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replaced by orange and red and black, and now, oh, the stench of
fire and metal and oil and rock! Rayford forced himself to open
his eyes, and as the thunderous roar echoed throughout Petra he
realized he was ablaze. He lifted his robed arms before his face,
at least temporarily unaware of the searing heat. He knew his
robe, then flesh, then bone would be consumed within seconds.

Rayford could not see far in the raging firestorm, but every
huddled pilgrim around him was also ablaze. Abdullah rolled to
one side and lay in a fetal position, his face and head still
cocooned in his arms. White, yellow, orange, black roaring flames
engulfed him as if he were a human wick for a demonic holocaust.

One by one the people around Rayford stood and raised their arms.
Their hoods, their hair, their beards, faces, arms, hands, robes,
clothes all roared with the conflagration as if the fire were
fueled from beneath them. Rayford looked above their heads but
could not see the cloudless sky. Even the sun was blotted out by
the massive sea of raging flames and a pair of roiling mushroom
clouds. The mountain, the city, the whole area was afire, and the
fumes and plumes and licking flames rose thousands of feet into
the air.

What must this look like to the world, Rayford wondered, and it
struck him that the mass of Israelis were as dumbfounded as he.
They staggered, eyeing each other, arms aloft, now embracing,
smiling! Was this some bizarre nightmare? How could they be
engulfed by the slaughtering force of the latest in mass-
destruction technology yet still stand, squinting, with puzzled
looks, still able to hear?

Rayford opened and closed his right fist, inches front his face,
wondering at the hissing flarelike tongues of fire that leaped
from each digit. Abdullah struggled to his feet and turned in a
circle as if drunk, mimicking the others by raising his arms and
looking skyward.

He turned to Rayford and they embraced, the fire from their
bodies melding and contributing to the whole Abdullah pulled back
to look Rayford in the face. "We are in the fiery furnace!" the
Jordanian exulted.

"Amen!" Rayford shouted. "We are a million Shadrachs, Meshachs,
and Abednegos! "



Chang Wong joined the other techies in his department as their
boss, Aurelio Figueroa, led them to a huge television monitor. It
showed the live feed from the cockpit of one of the fighter-