Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 10 - The Remnant

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RAYFORD STEELE had endured enough brushes with death to know that

the cliché was more than true: Not only did your life flash

before your mind's eye, but your senses were also on high alert.

As he knelt awkwardly on the unforgiving red rock of the city of

Petra in ancient Edom, he was aware of everything, remembered

everything, thought of everything and everybody.

Despite the screaming Global Community fighter bombers larger

than any he had ever seen or even read about he heard his own

concussing heart and wheezing lungs. New to the robe and sandals

of an Egyptian, he tottered on sore knees and toes. Rayford could

not bow his head, could not tear his eyes from the sky and the

pair of warheads that seemed to grow larger as they fell.

Beside him his dear compatriot, Abdullah Smith, prostrated

himself, burying his head in his hands. To Rayford, Smitty

represented everyone he was responsible for the entire

Tribulation Force around the world. Some were in Chicago, some in

Greece, some with him in Petra. One was in New Babylon. And as

the Jordanian groaned and leaned into him, Rayford felt Abdullah

shuddering.

Rayford was scared too. He wouldn't have denied it. Where was the

faith that should have come from seeing God, so many times,

deliver him from death? It wasn't that he doubted God. But

something deep within his survival instinct, he assumed told him

he was about to die.

For most people, doubt was long gone by now . . . there were few

skeptics anymore. If someone were not a Christ follower by now,

probably he had chosen to oppose God.

Rayford had no fear of death itself or of the afterlife.

Providing heaven for his people was a small feat for the God who

now manifested himself miraculously every day. It was the dying

part Rayford dreaded. For while his God had protected him up to

now and promised eternal life when death came, he had not spared

Rayford injury and pain. What would it be like to fall victim to

the warheads?

Quick, that was sure. Rayford knew enough about Nicolae Carpathia

to know the man would not cut corners now. While one bomb could

easily destroy the million people who all but Rayford, it seemed

tucked their heads as close to between their legs as they were

able, two bombs would vaporize them. Would the flashes blind him?

Would he hear the explosions? feel the heat? be aware of his body

disintegrating into bits? Whatever happened, Carpathia would

turn it into political capital. He might not televise the million

unarmed souls, showing their backsides to the Global Community as

the bombs hurtled in. But he would show the impact, the blasts,

the fire, the smoke, the desolation. He would illustrate the

futility of opposing the new world order.

Rayford's mind argued against his instincts. Dr. BenJudah

believed they were safe, that this was a city of refuge, the

place God had promised. And yet Rayford had lost a man here just

days before. On the other hand, the ground attack by the GC had

been miraculously thwarted at the last instant. Why couldn't

Rayford rest in that, trust, believe, have confidence?

Because he knew warheads. And as these dropped, parachutes puffed

from each, slowing them and allowing them to drop simultaneously

straight down toward the assembled masses. Rayford's heart sank

when he saw the black pole attached to the nose of each bomb. The

GC had left nothing to chance. Just over four feet long, as soon

as those standoff probes touched the ground they would trip the

fuses, causing the bombs to explode above the surface.

Chloe Steele Williams was impressed with Hannah's driving.

Unfamiliar vehicle, unfamiliar country yet the Native American,

who had been uncannily morphed into a New Delhi Indian, handled

the appropriated GC Jeep as if it were her own. She was smoother

and more self confident than Mac McCullum had been, but of course

he had spent the entire drive across the Greek countryside

talking.

"I know this is all new to you gals," he had said, causing Chloe

to catch Hannah's eye and wink. If anybody could get away with

unconscious chauvinism, it was the weathered pilot and former

military man, who referred to all the women in the Trib Force as

"little ladies" but did not seem consciously condescending.

"I got to get to the airport," he told them, "which is thataway,

and y'all have got to get into Ptolemas and find the Co op." He

pulled over and hopped out. "Whicha you two is drivin' again?"

Hannah climbed behind the wheel from the backseat, her starched

white GC officer's uniform still crisp.

Mac shook his head. "You two look like a coupla Wacs, but 'course

they don't call 'em that anymore." He looked up and down the

road, and Chloe felt compelled to do the same. It was noon, the

sun high and hot and directly overhead, no clouds. She saw no

other vehicles and heard none. "Don't worry about me," Mac added.

"Somebody'll be along and I'll catch a ride."

He lifted a canvas bag out of the back and slung it over his

shoulder. Mac also carried a briefcase. Gustaf Zuckermandel Jr.,

whom they all knew as Zeke or Z, had thought of everything. The

lumbering young man in Chicago had made himself into the best

forger and disguiser in the world, and Chloe decided that the

three of them alone were the epitomes of his handiwork. It was so

strange to see Mac with no freckles or red hair.

His face was dark now, his hair brown, and he wore glasses he

didn't need. She only hoped Z's work with her dad and the others

at Tetra proved as effective.

Mac set down his bags and rested his forearms atop the driver's

side door, bringing his face to within inches of Hannah's. "You

kids got everything memorized and all?" Hannah looked at Chloe,

fighting a smile. How many times had he asked that on the flight

from the States and during the drive? They both nodded. "Lemme

see your name tags again. "

Hannah's was right in front of him. "Indira Jinnah from New

Delhi," Mac read. Chloe leaned forward to where he could see

hers. "And Chloe Irene from Montreal." He covered his own name

tag. And you're on the staff of who? "

"Senior Commander Howie Johnson of WinstonSalem," Chloe said.

They'd been over it so many times. "You're now the ranking GC

officer in Greece, and if anybody doubts it, they can check with

the palace."

"Awright then," Mac said. "Got your side arms? This Kronos

character, at least a relative of his, has some more firepower."

Chloe knew they needed more firepower, especially not knowing

what they would encounter. But learning the Luger and the Uzi

which they knew the Greek underground could supply had been more

than enough to tax her before they left Chicago.

"I still say the Co op people are going to clam up when they see

our uniforms," Hannah said.

" Show 'em your marl, sweetie, " Mac said.

The radio under the dashboard crackled. "Attention GC

Peacekeeping forces. Be advised, Security and Intelligence has

launched an aerial attack on several million armed subversives of

the Global Community in a mountain enclave discovered by ground

forces about fifty miles southeast of Mizpe Ramon in the Negev

Desert. The insurgents murdered countless GC ground troops and

commandeered unknown numbers of tanks and armored carriers.

"Global Community Security and Intelligence Director Suhail Akbar

has announced that two warheads have been dropped simultaneously,

to be followed by a missile launched from Resurrection Airport in

Amman, and that the expected result will be annihilation of the

rebel headquarters and its entire personnel force. While there

remain pockets of resistance around the world, Director Akbar

believes this will effectively destroy percent of the adherents

of the traitorous Judah-ites, including Tsion Ben-Judah himself

and his entire cabinet."

Chloe's hand flew to her mouth, and Hannah grabbed her other

hand. "Just pray, girls," Mac said. "We all but knew this was

comin'. Either we have faith or we don't."

"That's easy to say from here," Chloe said. "We could lose four

people, not to mention all the Israelis we promised to protect."

"I'm not talon' it lightly, Chloe. But we got a job to do here

too, and this is no safer than a mountain under a bomb attack.

You keep your wits about you, hear? Listen to me-we won't know

what happened at Petra till we see it with our own eyes or hear

it from our people. You heard the lies already, from the GC to

their own forces! We know for sure there's only a million people

in Petra and-"

"Only?!"

"Well, yeah, compared to several million like they said. And

armed? No way! And did we kill GC forces murder 'em, I mean? And

what about commandeerin those-"

"I know, Mac," Chloe said. "It's just-"

"You'd better practice callin' me by my GC name, Ms. Irene. And

remember everything we went over in Chicago. You may have to

fight, defend yourselves, even kill somebody."

"I'm ready," Hannah said, making Mac cock his h Chloe was

surprised too. She knew Hannah had ware to this assignment, but

she couldn't imagine Hannah wanted to kill anyone any more than

she did. "The gloves are off," Hannah said, looking to Chloe and

then back to Mac. "We've gone way past diplomacy. If it' kill or

be killed, I'm killing somebody."

Chloe could only shake her head.

"I'm just saying," Hannah said, "this is war. You think they

won't kill Sebastian? They very well already could have. And I'm

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TheRemnant–BookLeftBehindSeriesRAYFORDSTEELEhadenduredenoughbrusheswithdeathtoknowthattheclichéwasmorethantrue:Notonlydidyourlifeflashbeforeyourmind'seye,butyoursenseswerealsoonhighalert.AshekneltawkwardlyontheunforgivingredrockofthecityofPetrainancientEdom,hewasawareofeverything,rememberedeverythin...

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