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

Weary and wary after so long in Carpathia's orbit, he too longed to quit playing and
get to war.
Ritz seemed to grow uncomfortable when Rayford told him about Amanda. “I'm
sorry for your loss,” he said, when Rayford's story came full circle to the plane
crash into the Tigris that had killed her.
“So you've heard the rest, too?” Rayford asked, having left out the charges of her
duplicity.
“Yes, sir. I didn't come to any conclusions, but I can imagine how it all makes you
feel.”
“But you didn't hear from Buck what he found out from Hattie?”
“I didn't even know she was talking. Tell you the truth, I'll be surprised if she's still
kickin' when we get back.”
“That wasn't what I wanted to hear.”


Buck hoped staying up late would make sleep come easily in the new time zone.
But his brain was on Chicago time, and he lay staring at the ceiling. Chloe slept
soundly beside him, and for that he was grateful.
By dawn in Israel, when he felt Chloe stir, Buck was so exhausted he could neither
move nor open his eyes. He felt the brush of her lips on his cheek but couldn't even
emit a groan.
“Stay still, big guy,” she whispered. “Huge day ahead.”
She got up, and Buck soon smelled breakfast, but he fell asleep and didn't rouse
until early afternoon.


Rayford was impressed with Ken Ritz's facility on the radio and on the ground at
Palwaukee Airport at dawn in the Chicago suburbs. “You push this thing around
like you own it,” he said.
“It'd be a good staff plane for the Trib Force, don't you think?”
Buck's Range Rover sat gleaming behind a damaged hangar. As they approached, a
young man angled toward them. “Rover cleans up pretty good, doesn't she?” he
said, a shock of red hair in his face.
“Yeah,” Ritz said. “You been playin' under the hood too?”
“Lucky for you. Timing was all screwed up.”
“I told you that, Ernie.”
“You also told me you wouldn't be back for another week. I only got into that
engine 'cause I was bored.”
Ritz introduced Ernie to Rayford, who remained guarded until Ritz pulled the young
man close and said, “Notice anything?”
Ernie stepped toward Rayford and peered at his forehead. Ernie smiled and held his
hair away from his face with both hands. Rayford embraced him. “Brother.”
“There's more of us around here, including the boss man,” Ritz said, “but not too
many, so we're careful. Ernie here's a Ben-Judah groupie.”
“You got that right,” Ernie said. “I can't wait for the big meeting. It's gonna be on
the Net at noon tomorrow.”
“We'll be watching,” Rayford said, eager to get going. Half an hour later, he and
Ken pulled behind the safe house in Mount Prospect in the amazingly smooth-
running Rover. “We've got to stay close to Ernie,” he said. “This vehicle needs to be
as travel worthy as whatever plane we wind up with.”