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ball-sized spheres of ice all in one dump. In ten seconds the downpour
stopped, and the area was ten inches deep in melting ice.
The power that supplied electricity for the TV lights popped and sizzled and
blew out, plunging the area into darkness. In three locations simultaneously,
what appeared to be boxes of explosives burned, emitted a series of muffled
pops, then disintegrated into ash.
Such was the extent of the murderous attack on the witnesses.
Two helicopters aimed gigantic searchlights on the Temple Mount as the
temperature rose, Buck guessed, into the nineties. The shin-deep hail turned
to water in an instant, and the sound of it running away was like a babbling
brook.
Within minutes the mud turned to dust as if it were the middle of the day and
the sun had baked it.
And all the while, the crowd whimpered and whined every time the circling
choppers lit up the area near the Wall. Eli and Moishe had not moved an iota.
As he and Chloe and Tsion headed off to the guest rooms, Rayford thanked Lukas
Miklos for his hospitality. You are an answer to prayer, my friend.
Tsion promised to send Miklos a list of believers in Greece. And Mr. Miklos,
would you pray with us for Chloe's husband, Captain Steele's son-in-law?
Certainly, Miklos said, following their lead to hold hands and bow his head.
When his turn came, he said, Dear Jesus Christ, protect that boy. Amen.
FOURTEEN
Buck, thrilled but also grieving and exhausted, caught another cab to within
two blocks of Chaim Rosenzweig's. Still wearing his headgear, he walked close
enough to see that the GC were long gone. The gate-man, Jonas, dozed at his
post.
Knowing neither Jonas nor Chaim professed faith yet, Buck hesitated. He knew
Chaim was at least learning the truth about Carpathia and would not turn Buck
in.
Jonas was a gamble. Buck didn't know if the man spoke or understood English,
having heard him speak only Hebrew. The man had to know some English, didn't
he? Serving as the first contact with visitors?
Emboldened by the exhilarating challenges of Eli and Moishe, Buck took a deep
breath, gently touched an itching stitched wound below his eye, and walked
directly to the gatehouse. He didn't want to startle the man, but he had to
wake him. He tossed a pebble at the window. Jonas did not stir. Buck knocked
lightly, then more loudly. Still he did not rouse. Finally Buck opened the
door and gently touched
Jonas's arm.
A burly man in his late fifties, Jonas leaped to his feet, eyes wild. Buck
whipped off his disguise, then realized his face had to look horrible. Red,
blotched, swollen, stitched, he looked like a monster.
Jonas must have taken the removal of the headdress as a challenge. Unarmed, he
grabbed a huge flashlight from his belt and reared back with it. Buck spun
away, wincing at the very thought of a blow to his tender face. It's me,
Jonas! Cameron
Williams!
Jonas put his free hand to his heart, forgetting to lower the flashlight. Oh,
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Mr.
Williams! he said, his English so broken and labored that Buck hardly
recognized his own name. Finally Jonas put the light away and used both hands
to help communicate, gesturing with every phrase. They, he said ominously,
pointing outside and waving as if to indicate a sea of people, been looked
for you. He pointed to his own eyes.
Me personally? Or all of us?
Jonas looked lost. Personal? he said.
Just for me? Buck tried, realizing he was copying Jonas and pointing to
himself.
Or for Tsion and my wife?
Jonas closed his eyes, shook his head, and held up one hand, palm out. Not
here,
he said. Tsion, wife, gone. Flying. He fluttered his fingers in the air.
Chaim? Buck said.
Sleeps. Jonas demonstrated with a hand to his cheek and his eyes shut.
May I go in and sleep, Jonas?
The man squinted at this puzzle. I call. He reached for the phone.
No! Let Chaim sleep! Tell him later.
Later?
Morning, Buck said. When he wakes up. Jonas nodded, but still had his hand
on the phone as if he might dial. I'll go in and sleep, Buck added, acting
it out like charades. I'll leave a note on Chaim's door so he won't be
surprised. OK?
OK!
I'll go in now?
OK!
All right?
All right!
Buck watched Jonas while backing away and heading for the door. Jonas watched
him too, let go of the phone, waved, and smiled. Buck waved, then turned and
found the door locked. He had to go back and explain to Jonas that he would
have to let Buck in. Finally, for the first time since the chopper had left
the roof hours before, Buck could relax. He left a note on Chaim's door with
no details" that he was in the guest room with much to tell him and that
just
he would likely see him late morning.
Buck looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. It was worse than he thought,
and he prayed the so-called clinic he had visited at least had a modicum of
sterility. The stitching looked professional enough, but he was a mess. The
whites of his eyes were full of blood. His face was a patchwork of colors,
none close to his complexion. He was glad Chloe didn't have to see him like
this.
He locked the bedroom door, let his clothes fall by the bed, and stretched out
painfully. And heard the soft chirp of his phone. It had to be Chloe, but he
didn't want to stand up again. He rolled over, reached for his pants, and as
he struggled to free the phone from the back pocket, his weight shifted, and
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