"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 11 - Armageddon" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

It was as if the people had given up trying to see. Any-one near the
Gulfstream IX had stumbled in the darkness to get away from it, and now they
huddled here and there.
"That has to be Chang," Rayford said, pointing to a slight Asian hurrying
toward them and gesturing wildly to open the door.
"Let me get that, Miss Naomi," Abdullah said, unstrapping himself and
climbing past her. As he pushed the door open and lowered the steps, Rayford
saw Chang turn to a small group of men and women in dark jumpsuits feeling
their way along behind him.
"Keep your distance!" he shouted. "Danger! Hot engines! Leaking fuel!"
They turned and hurried away in all directions. "How did it land?" someone
shouted.
"It's a miracle," another said.
"Did you all remember rubber-soled shoes?" Chang said, reaching to help
them off the plane.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Wong," Abdullah said.
Chang shushed him. "They're blind," he whispered. "Not deaf."
"Chang," Rayford began, but the boy was shyly greet-ing Naomi. "All right,
you two, get acquainted back at the ranch. Let's do what we have to and get out
of here."
 "Should I change?" Buck said when he saw Sebastian in fatigues.
"Nah. I always wear these on watch. Let me have a look." He peered
through the periscope. "Nothing. Want to raise and rotate it, Buck?"
"Be my guest."
"Clear. False alarm."
Chloe snorted. "Don't be saying that to put me at ease. At least nine GC
were out there, and for all we know there were more, and they'll be back."
"Hey," Sebastian said, "why not assume the best and not the worst?"
"Maybe I am," she said. "Priscilla and Beth Ann sleep through this?"
He nodded. "I might not even tell Priss, so I'd appreci-ate it-"
"If I didn't either? Makes sense, George. Let the little woman carry on,
oblivious to the fact that it's time to move," said Chloe.
"Move?" Buck said. "I can't even imagine it."
"Then we sit here and wait till they find us, which they may already have?"
"Chloe, listen," Buck said. "I should have let you take a look at those guys.
They weren't even suspicious. They were probably talking about how this used to
be a mili-tary base. They weren't tense, weren't really looking. They just saw the
vents and checked them out, that's all."
Chloe shook her head and slumped in a chair. "I hate living like this."
"Me too," Sebastian said. "But what're our options? GC found an enclave of
people without the mark yester-day in what's left of LA. Executed more'n two
dozen."
Chloe gasped. "Believers?"
"Don't think so. Usually they'll say if it's Judah-ites. I got the impression it
was some militia holdouts, some-thing like that."
"Those are the people we're trying to reach," Chloe said. "And here we all
sit, unable to show our faces, rais-ing babies who hardly ever see the sun. Isn't
there some-where in the middle of nowhere where the GC wouldn't even know
we were around?"
"The next best thing is Petra," Buck said. "They know who's there, but they