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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.”