"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 3 - Nicolae" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

somebodies think they have a better idea about where the traffic should go. If we
listen to them, we'll be here for hours. I just want to get to the church.”
“He's hollering at you with a bullhorn,” Amanda said, and she lowered her window
a few inches.
“You in the white Lincoln!” came the booming voice. Rayford quickly turned off
the radio. “Are you Rayford Steele?”
“How would they know that?” Buck said.
“Is there any limit to the Global Community intelligence network?” Rayford said,
disgusted.
“If you're Rayford Steele,” came the voice again, “please pull your vehicle to the
shoulder!”
Rayford considered ignoring even that but thought better of it. There would be no
outrunning these people if they knew who he was. But how did they know?
He pulled over.
Buck Williams pulled his hand from Rayford's shoulder and craned his neck to see
two uniformed soldiers scampering down the embankment. He had no idea how
Global Community forces had tracked down Rayford, but one thing was certain: it
would not be good for Buck to be discovered with Carpathia's pilot.
“Ray,” he said quickly, “I've got one set of phony IDs in the name of Herb Katz.
Tell 'em I'm a pilot friend of yours or something.”
“OK,” Rayford said, “but my guess is they'll be deferential to me. Obviously,
Nicolae is merely trying to reconnect with me.”
Buck hoped Rayford was right. It made sense that Carpathia would want to make
sure his pilot was all right and could somehow get him back to New Babylon. The
two uniforms now stood behind the Lincoln, one speaking into a walkie-talkie, the
other on a cell phone. Buck decided to go on the offensive and opened his door.
“Please remain in the vehicle,” Walkie-Talkie said.
Buck slumped back into his seat and switched his phony papers with his real ones.
Chloe looked terrified. Buck put his arm around her and drew her close. “Carpathia
must have put out an all points bulletin. He knew your dad had to rent a car, so it
didn't take long to track him down.”
Buck had no idea what the two GC men were doing behind the car. All he knew was
that his entire perspective on the next five years had changed in an instant. When
global war broke out an hour before, he wondered if he and Chloe would survive the
rest of the Tribulation. Now with the news of Bruce's death, Buck wondered if they
wanted to survive. The prospect of heaven and being with Christ sure seemed better
than living in whatever remained of this world, even if Buck had to die to get there.
Walkie-Talkie approached the driver's-side window. Rayford lowered it. “You are
Rayford Steele, are you not?”
“Depends on who's asking,” Rayford said.
“This car, with this license number, was rented at O'Hare by someone claiming to
be Rayford Steele. If that's not you, you're in deep trouble.”
“Wouldn't you agree,” Rayford said, “that regardless who I am, we're all in deep
trouble?”
Buck was amused at Rayford's feistiness, in light of the situation.
“Sir, I need to know if you are Rayford Steele.”
“I am.”
“Can you prove that, sir?”
Rayford appeared as agitated as Buck had ever seen him. “You flag me down and
holler at me through a bullhorn and tell me I'm driving Rayford Steele's rental car,