"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 5 - Apollyon" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

“Where will I be?”
“Anywhere but here, Ray. I'm convinced the driver was listening, the car may have
been bugged, the cockpit, no question about our rooms.”
“They hope I'll lead them to the others, but they'll be in plain sight in Jerusalem.”
“They want to keep you from the others, Ray. Why do you think we've been
assigned to Tel Aviv?”
“And if I leave?”
“I'm to let them know immediately. It'll be the end of you, Ray.”
“But I've got to see my family, the rest of the Force.”
“Not here. Carpathia's pledge is to protect Tsion and the others. Not you.”
“They really think I won't go to Jerusalem?”
“They hope you will. You must not.”
Rayford sat back and pursed his lips. He would not miss the job, close as it had
brought him to what was going on in the camp of the enemy. He had long wondered
how the end would come to this bizarre season of his life. “You're taking over?”
Mac nodded. “So they tell me. There's more good news. They like and trust David.”
“Hassid? Good!”
“He's been put in charge of purchasing. Beyond all the computer stuff he's been
doing, he contracts for all major purchases. Even in avionics.”
Rayford squinted. Mac pulled a yellow sheet from his jacket and slid it across the
table. “Don't tell me he's bought me a plane,” Rayford said.
Mac snorted. “Should have thought of that. You know those little handheld
electronic organizers? David ordered a half dozen specially built. He doesn't even
know yet that he won't be seeing you around anymore.”
“I can't steal these, not even from Carpathia.”
“You don't have to steal them, Ray. These are just the specs and where to get 'em.
They're not cheap, but wait till you see what these babies can do. No more laptops
for you guys. Well, maybe the rabbi still needs a keyboard, but these things are solar
powered, satellite connected, and contain geographic positioning chips. You can
access the Internet, send and receive, use them as phones, you name it.”
Rayford shook his head. “I suppose he thought of tracer blocks.”
“Of course.”
Rayford stuffed the sheet into a pocket. “What am I going to do, Mac?”
“You're going to get your tail out of this hemisphere, what else?”
“But I have to know about Amanda. Buck will tell me only face-to-face, and he's in
Jerusalem.”
Mac looked down. “You know how that's going to go, Ray. I'd be the last one to try
to tell a man about his own wife, but you know as well as I do that everything points
to what you don't want to hear.”
“I haven't accepted it yet, but I have to know.”
“Buck found out for sure?”
“Sounds like it.”
“How can he be sure?”
“I told you about Hattie.”
“Uh-huh.”
“She knows.”
“So ask her yourself, Ray. Go home.”
“Like I wouldn't be noticed trying to slip out of here tomorrow morning.”
“The GC can't keep track of everything. Use your people's pilot•Ritz, is it? What's
he got to do the next few days?”