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APOLLYON:
The Destroyer Is Unleashed
Book 5 of the Left Behind Series
TIM LAHAYE & JERRY B. JENKINS
ONE
Rayford Steele worried about Mac McCullum's silence in the cockpit of Global
Community One during the short flight from New Babylon to Tel Aviv. “Do we
need to talk later?” Rayford said quietly. Mac put a finger to his lips and nodded.
Rayford finished communicating with New Babylon ground and air traffic control,
then reached beneath his seat for the hidden reverse intercom button. It would allow
him to listen in on conversations in the Condor 216's cabin between Global
Community Potentate Nicolae Carpathia, Supreme Commander Leon Fortunato,
and Pontifex Maximus Peter Mathews, head of Enigma Babylon One World Faith.
But just before Rayford depressed the button, he felt Mac's hand on his arm. Mac
shook his head.
Rayford shuddered. “They know?” he mouthed.
Mac whispered, “Don't risk it until we talk.”
Rayford received the treatment he had come to expect on initial descent into Tel
Aviv. The tower at David Ben Gurion cleared other planes from the area, even those
that had begun landing sequences. Rayford heard anger in the voices of other pilots
as they were directed into holding patterns miles from the Condor. Per protocol, no
other aircraft were to be in proximity to the Condor, despite the extraordinary air
traffic expected in Israel for the Meeting of the Witnesses.
“Take the landing, Mac,” Rayford said. Mac gave a puzzled glance but complied.
Rayford was impressed at how the Holy Land had been spared damage from the
wrath of the Lamb earthquake. Other calamities had befallen the land and the
people, but to Rayford, Israel was the one place that looked normal from the air
since the earthquake and the subsequent judgments.
Ben Gurion Airport was alive with traffic. The big planes had to land there, while
smaller craft could put down near Jerusalem. Worried about Mac's misgivings, still
Rayford couldn't suppress a smile. Carpathia had been forced not only to allow this
meeting of believers, but also to pledge his personal protection of them. Of course,
he was the opposite of a man of his word, but having gone public with his
assurances, he was stuck. He would have to protect even Rabbi Tsion Ben-Judah,
spiritual head of the Tribulation Force.
Not long before, Dr. Ben-Judah had been forced to flee his homeland under cover of
night, a universal bounty on his head. Now he was back as Carpathia's avowed
enemy, leader of the 144,000 witnesses and their converts. Carpathia had used the
results of the most recent Trumpet Judgments to twice postpone the Israel
conference, but there was no stopping it again.
Just before touchdown, when everyone aboard should have been tightly strapped in,
Rayford was surprised by a knock at the cockpit door. “Leon,” he said, turning.
“We're about to land.”
“Protocol, Captain!” Fortunato barked.
“What do you want?”
“Besides that you refer to me as Supreme Commander, His Excellency asks that you
remain in the cockpit after landing for orders.”
“We're not going to Jerusalem?” Rayford said. Mac stared straight ahead.
“Precisely,” Fortunato said. “Much as we all know you want to be there.”
Rayford had been certain Carpathia's people would try to follow him to the rest of
the Tribulation Force.
Fortunato left and shut the door, and Rayford said, “I'll take it, Mac.”
Mac shifted control of the craft, and Rayford immediately exaggerated the angle of
descent while depressing the reverse intercom button. He heard Carpathia and
Mathews asking after Fortunato, who had clearly taken a tumble. Once the plane
was parked, Fortunato burst into the cockpit.
“What was that, Officer McCullum?”
“My apologies, Commander,” Mac said. “It was out of my hands. All due respect,
sir, but you should not have been out of your seat during landing.”
“Listen up, gentlemen,” Fortunato said, kneeling between them. “His Excellency
asks that you remain in Tel Aviv, as we are not certain when he might need to return
to New Babylon. We have rented you rooms near the airport. GC personnel will
transport you.”
Buck Williams sat in the bowels of Teddy Kollek Stadium in Jerusalem with his
pregnant wife, Chloe. He knew she was in no way healed enough from injuries she
had suffered in the great earthquake to have justified the flight from the States, but
she would not be dissuaded. Now she appeared weary. Her bruises and scars were
fading, but Chloe still had a severe limp, and her beauty had been turned into a
strange cuteness by the unique reshaping of her cheekbone and eye socket.
“You need to help the others, Buck,” she said. “Now go on. I'll be fine.”
“I wish you'd go back to the compound,” he said.
“I'm fine,” she insisted. “I just need to sit awhile. I'm worried about Hattie. I said I
wouldn't leave her unless she improved or became a believer, and she has done
neither.” Pregnant, Hattie Durham had been left home fighting for her life against
poison in her system. Dr. Floyd Charles attended her while the rest of the
Tribulation Force—including new member Ken Ritz, another pilot—had made the
pilgrimage to Israel.
“Floyd will take good care of her.”
“I know. Now leave me alone awhile.”
Rayford and Mac were instructed to wait on the plane as Carpathia, Fortunato, and
Mathews were received with enthusiasm on the tarmac. Fortunato stood dutifully in
the background as Mathews declined to make a public statement but introduced
Carpathia.
“I cannot tell you what a pleasure it is to be back in Israel,” Carpathia said with a
broad smile. “I am eager to welcome the devotees of Dr. Ben-Judah and to display
the openness of the Global Community to diverse opinion and belief. I am pleased
to reaffirm my guarantee of safety to the rabbi and the thousands of visitors from all
over the world. I will withhold further comment, assuming I will be welcome to
address the honored assemblage within the next few days.”
The dignitaries were ushered to a helicopter for the hop to Jerusalem, while their
respective entourages boarded an opulent motor coach.
When Rayford and Mac finished postflight checks and finally disembarked, a
Global Community Jeep delivered them to their hotel. Mac signaled Rayford not to
say anything in the car or either of their rooms. In the coffee shop, Rayford finally
demanded to know what was going on.
Buck wished Chloe had been able to sleep on the flight from the States. Ken Ritz
had procured a Gulf stream jet, so it was the most comfortable international flight
Buck had ever enjoyed. But the four of them•Ken, Buck, Chloe, and Tsion•had been
too excited to rest. Tsion spent half the time on his laptop, which Ken transmitted to
a satellite, keeping the rabbi in touch with his worldwide flock of millions.
A vast network of house churches had sprung up•seemingly spontaneously•with
converted Jews, clearly part of the 144,000 witnesses, taking leadership positions.
They taught their charges daily based on the cyberspace sermons and lessons from
the prolific Ben-Judah. Tens of thousands of such clandestine local house churches,
their very existence flying in the face of the all-inclusive Enigma Babylon One
World Faith, saw courageous converts added to the church every day.
Tsion had been urging the local congregations to send their leaders to the great
Meeting of the Witnesses, despite warnings from the Global Community. Nicolae
Carpathia had again tried to cancel the gathering at the last minute, citing thousands
of deaths from contaminated water in over a third of the world. Thrilling the faithful
by calling Carpathia's bluff, Tsion responded publicly on the Internet.
“Mr. Carpathia,” he had written, “we will be in Jerusalem as scheduled, with or
without your approval, permission, or promised protection. The glory of the Lord
will be our rear guard.”
Buck would need the protection almost as much as Tsion. By choosing to show up
and appear in public with Ben-Judah, Buck was sacrificing his position as
Carpathia's publishing chief and his exorbitant salary. Showing his face in
proximity to the rabbi's would confirm Carpathia's contention that Buck had
become an active enemy of the Global Community.
Rabbi Ben-Judah himself had come up with the strategy of simply trusting God.
“Stand right beside me when we get off the plane,” he said. “No disguises, no
misdirection, no hiding. If God can protect me, he can protect you. Let us stop
playing Carpathia's games.”
Buck had long been anonymously broadcasting his own cyberspace magazine, The
Truth, which would now be his sole writing outlet. Ironically, it attracted ten times
the largest reading audience he had ever enjoyed. He worried for his safety, of
course, but more for Chloe's.
Tsion seemed supernaturally protected. But after this conference, the entire
Tribulation Force, not to mention the 144,000 witnesses and their millions of
converts, would become open archenemies of the Antichrist. Their lives would
consist of half ministry, half survival. For all they had been through, it was as if the
seven-year tribulation had just begun. They still had nearly five years until the
glorious appearing of Christ to set up his thousand-year reign on earth.
What Tsion's Internet missives and Buck's underground electronic magazine had
wrought in Israel was stunning. The whole of Israel crawled with tens of thousands
of converted Jewish witnesses from the twelve tribes all over the world.
Rather than asking Ken Ritz to find an out-of-the-way airstrip where the Tribulation
Force could slip into the country unnoticed, Tsion informed his audience•and also,
of course, Carpathia & Co.•of their itinerary.
Ken had landed at the tiny Jerusalem Airport north of the city, and well-wishers
immediately besieged the plane. A small cadre of Global Community armed guards,
apparently Carpathia's idea of protection for Tsion, would have had to open fire to
get near him. The international witnesses cheered and sang and reached out to touch
Tsion as the Tribulation Force made its way to a van. The Israeli driver carefully
picked his way through the crowd and south down the main drag toward the Holy
City and the King David Hotel.
There they had discovered that Supreme Commander Leon Fortunato had
summarily bounced their reservations and several others' by supremely
commandeering the top floor for Nicolae Carpathia and his people. “I assume you
have made provisions for our alternative,” Tsion told the desk clerk after half an
hour in line.
“I apologize,” the young man said, slipping Tsion an envelope. The rabbi glanced at
Buck and pulled him away from the crowd, where they opened the note. Buck
looked back at Ken, who nodded to assure him he had the fragile Chloe in tow.
The note was in Hebrew. “It is from Chaim,” Tsion said. “He writes, 'Forgive my
trusted friend Nicolae for this shameful insensitivity. I have room for you and your
colleagues and insist you stay with me. Page Jacov, and you will be taken care of.' ”
Jacov was Chaim Rosenzweig's driver and valet. He loaded their stuff into a
Mercedes van and soon had the Tribulation Force installed in guest rooms at
Chaim's walled and gated estate within walking distance of the Old City. Buck tried
to get Chloe to stay and rest while he and Ken and Tsion went to the stadium.
“I didn't come here to be on the sidelines,” she said. “I know you're concerned about
me, but let me decide what I'm up to.”
At Kollek Stadium, Buck had been as stunned as the others at what had been
arranged. Tsion was right. It had to have been God who used the rabbi's cyber pleas
to pull together Israeli witnesses to handle the logistics of this most unlikely
conference.
In spite of and in the midst of global chaos, ad hoc committees had arranged
transportation, lodging, food, sound, interpretation, and programming. Buck could
tell about. “Dr. Ben-Judah,” he had been told, “is being prepared to inspire and
inform us when you are due at the microphone.”
Tsion smiled sadly. “That and praying that we all remain under the care of our
heavenly Father.”
“They're onto you, Rayford,” Mac said over pita bread and sauce.
Rayford shook his head. “I haven't been a mystery to Carpathia for months. What
are you talking about?”
“You've been assigned to me.”
“I'm listening.”
“I don't rate direct contact with the big man anymore. But last night I was called to a
meeting with Leon. The good news is they're not onto me.”
“That is good. But they know about the device on the plane?”
“He didn't say, but he couldn't have been clearer that you're history. If the device
still works•”
“It does.”
“•then I'll use it and keep you posted.”
“Where will I be?”
“Anywhere but here, Ray. I'm convinced the driver was listening, the car may have
been bugged, the cockpit, no question about our rooms.”
“They hope I'll lead them to the others, but they'll be in plain sight in Jerusalem.”
“They want to keep you from the others, Ray. Why do you think we've been
assigned to Tel Aviv?”
“And if I leave?”
“I'm to let them know immediately. It'll be the end of you, Ray.”
“But I've got to see my family, the rest of the Force.”
“Not here. Carpathia's pledge is to protect Tsion and the others. Not you.”
“They really think I won't go to Jerusalem?”
“They hope you will. You must not.”
Rayford sat back and pursed his lips. He would not miss the job, close as it had
brought him to what was going on in the camp of the enemy. He had long wondered
how the end would come to this bizarre season of his life. “You're taking over?”
Mac nodded. “So they tell me. There's more good news. They like and trust David.”
“Hassid? Good!”
“He's been put in charge of purchasing. Beyond all the computer stuff he's been
doing, he contracts for all major purchases. Even in avionics.”
Rayford squinted. Mac pulled a yellow sheet from his jacket and slid it across the
table. “Don't tell me he's bought me a plane,” Rayford said.
Mac snorted. “Should have thought of that. You know those little handheld
electronic organizers? David ordered a half dozen specially built. He doesn't even
know yet that he won't be seeing you around anymore.”
“I can't steal these, not even from Carpathia.”
“You don't have to steal them, Ray. These are just the specs and where to get 'em.
They're not cheap, but wait till you see what these babies can do. No more laptops
for you guys. Well, maybe the rabbi still needs a keyboard, but these things are solar
powered, satellite connected, and contain geographic positioning chips. You can
access the Internet, send and receive, use them as phones, you name it.”
Rayford shook his head. “I suppose he thought of tracer blocks.”
“Of course.”
Rayford stuffed the sheet into a pocket. “What am I going to do, Mac?”
“You're going to get your tail out of this hemisphere, what else?”
“But I have to know about Amanda. Buck will tell me only face-to-face, and he's in
Jerusalem.”
Mac looked down. “You know how that's going to go, Ray. I'd be the last one to try
to tell a man about his own wife, but you know as well as I do that everything points
to what you don't want to hear.”
“I haven't accepted it yet, but I have to know.”
“Buck found out for sure?”
“Sounds like it.”
“How can he be sure?”
“I told you about Hattie.”
“Uh-huh.”
“She knows.”
“So ask her yourself, Ray. Go home.”
“Like I wouldn't be noticed trying to slip out of here tomorrow morning.”
“The GC can't keep track of everything. Use your people's pilot•Ritz, is it? What's
he got to do the next few days?”
Rayford looked at Mac with admiration. “You're not as dumb as you look, old-
timer.”
Mac pulled a phone from his pocket. “Know his number?”
“Your phone scrambled? If I get detected talking to Ken Ritz on either of our
phones•”
“You are dumber than you look if you think I'd risk that. I know the purchasing guy,
remember?” Mac showed Rayford the phone, a generic model that had been
doctored by David Hassid.
Rayford dialed Chloe's phone. “Daddy!” she exulted. “Are you here?”
Buck considered it a privilege to pray with the Israeli committee before he and Ken
and Tsion headed back to find Chloe. He threw his arm around Tsion. “Are you as
tired as I am?”
“Exhausted. I only hope the Lord will allow me to sleep tonight. I am ready to share
his message with these dear members of the family, and all that is left before that is
to talk with Eli and Moishe. You will go with me, will you not?”
“I wouldn't miss it.”
“Me either,” Ken said.
But the news from Chloe changed Ken's plans. “Daddy called,” she whispered. “He
needs a ride home tomorrow.”
After she explained Rayford's situation, Ken decided to get the Gulfstream out of
the Jerusalem Airport and into Ben Gurion that night. Buck was nearly despondent,
wanting to talk to Rayford personally. “At least he can hear the truth about Amanda
from the horse's mouth,” he said.
An hour later Jacov drove as they delivered Ken to the airport. “We will see you
back here Friday,” Tsion said, embracing him.
Chloe fell asleep on Buck's shoulder during the after-dark ride to the Temple
Mount. As they left the car, the spectacular new temple gleamed on the horizon. “I
do not even want to see the new structure,” Tsion said. “It is an abomination.”
“I can't wait to meet the witnesses,” Chloe said.
“You may not actually meet them,” Tsion cautioned. “These are heavenly beings
with their own agenda. They may communicate with us; they may not. We approach
them with great caution.”
Buck felt the usual tingle to the soles of his feet. “You know the stories, hon.”
Chloe nodded. “I'm not saying I'm not scared.”
The three slowed as they approached the typical crowd that gathered thirty feet from
the wrought-iron fence, behind which the witnesses stood, sat, or spoke. Usually
they spoke. No one had seen them sleep, and none dared get closer. Threats on the
lives of the two witnesses had ended in the ugly deaths of would-be assassins.
Buck's excitement masked his fatigue. He worried about Chloe but would not deny
her this privilege. At the edge of the crowd of about forty, Buck was able to see past
the fence to where Eli sat, Indian style, his back to the stone wall of a small building
beyond the fence. His long hair and beard wafted softly in the breeze, but he was
unmoving, unblinking, his leathery skin and burlap-like garb appearing to meld.
Moishe stood two feet from the fence, silent, unmoving, staring at the crowd.
Occasionally someone shouted. “Speak! Say something!” But that made others back
away, obviously fearing the violent reactions they had heard of. Moishe's feet were
spread, his arms loose at his sides. Earlier in the day Buck had monitored on his
computer a long monologue from Moishe. Sometimes the two traded off speaking,
but this day must have been all Moishe's responsibility.
“Watch them carefully,” Buck whispered to Chloe. “Sometimes they communicate
without opening their mouths. I love how everyone understands them in his own
language.”
Commotion near the front caused several people to back away, opening a gap in the
crowd. Someone said, “Carpathia! It's the potentate!”
Tsion held up a hand. “Let us stay right here,” he whispered.
Buck was riveted as Leon Fortunato smoothly supervised GC guards who kept
gawkers from Carpathia. The potentate appeared bemused, boldly moving to within
ten feet of the fence. “Hail, Potentate!” someone shouted. Carpathia half turned,
holding a finger to his lips, and Fortunato nodded to a guard, who stepped toward
the crowd. They backed away farther.
“Stay here,” Buck said, slipping away.
“Honey, wait!” Chloe called, but Buck moved around behind the crowd and into the
shadows.
He knew he would appear to the guards as simply someone leaving. But when he
was far enough away to be ignored, he doubled back through shrubbery to where he
could see Carpathia's face as he stared at Moishe.
Carpathia appeared startled when Moishe suddenly spoke in a loud voice. “Woe
unto the enemy of the Most High God!”
Nicolae seemed to quickly collect himself. He smiled and spoke softly. “I am hardly
the enemy of God,” he said. “Many say I am the Most High God.”
Moishe moved for the first time, crossing his arms over his chest. Carpathia, his
chin in his hand, cocked his head and studied Moishe. The ancient witness spoke
softly, and Buck knew only he and Carpathia could hear him.
“A sword shall pierce your head,” Moishe said in a haunting monotone. “And you
shall surely die.”
Buck shivered, but it was clear that Carpathia was unmoved. “Let me tell you and
your companion something,” he said through clenched teeth. “You have persecuted
Israel long enough with the drought and the water turned to blood. You will lift
your hocus-pocus or live to regret it.”
Eli rose and traded places with Moishe, beckoning Carpathia closer. The potentate
hesitated and looked back to his guards, who tentatively raised their weapons. Eli
spoke with such volume that the crowd dispersed and ran, and even Tsion and
Chloe recoiled.
“Until the due time, you have no authority over the lampstands of God Almighty!”
The guards lowered their weapons, and Fortunato seemed to hide behind them.
Carpathia's smirk remained, but Buck was convinced he was seething. “We shall
see,” he said, “who will win in the end.”
Eli seemed to look through Carpathia. “Who will win in the end was determined
before the beginning of time. Lo, the poison you inflict on the earth shall rot you
from within for eternity.”
Carpathia stepped back, still grinning. “I warn you to stay away from the charade of
the so-called saints. I have guaranteed their safety, not yours.”
Eli and Moishe spoke in unison. “He and she who have ears, let them hear. We are
bound neither by time nor space, and those who shall benefit by our presence and
testimony stand within the sound of our proclamation.”
Buck thrilled at the message and looked beyond the square to where Tsion stood
with Chloe. The rabbi thrust his fists in the air as if he had gotten the message, and
he walked Chloe back toward, the car. Buck ducked out of the shrubs and headed
around the other way, arriving in the parking lot seconds later.
“Did you hear that?” Tsion said.
Buck nodded. “Incredible!”
“I didn't get it,” Chloe said. “What were they saying?”
“Did it sound like Hebrew to you?” Tsion said. “They spoke in Hebrew.”
“I heard it in English,” she said.
“Me too,” Buck said. “They said that he or she who had ears to hear•”
“I heard,” Chloe said. “I just don't understand.”
“That is the first time I ever heard them add 'or she,' ” Tsion said. “That was for
you, Chloe. They knew we were here. We did not have to approach them, did not
have to identify ourselves, did not have to face Carpathia before we were ready. We
did not even have to discuss with Eli and Moishe plans for their appearance at the
stadium. They said that those who would benefit by their presence and testimony
stood within the sound of their proclamation.”
“They're coming?” Chloe said.
“That is what I gather,” Tsion said.
“When?”
“At just the right time.”
TWO
Rayford had a lot in common with Ken Ritz and found him fascinating. Distraught
over his own future•and income•and fearful of what he might learn about his late
wife, Rayford nonetheless enjoyed Ken's company. More than ten years his senior,
Ken was former military, gruff, to the point, and aglow in what Tsion Ben-Judah
called his “first love” of Christ.
Rayford and Ken spent hours in the air on the way home bringing each other up to
date on their pasts, and Rayford silently thanked God for a new friend. His
relationship with Tsion was as student to mentor. To Buck he was the father-in-law.
How he missed Bruce Barnes, his first friend and spiritual guide after the Rapture!
Ken seemed a gift from God.
Ritz assured Rayford he could learn the Gulfstream in no time. “You guys who
drive the heavies can handle these skiffs like a bike racer goin' back to a trike.”
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