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ASSASSINS
Assignment: Jerusalem, Target: Antichrist
Book 6 of the Left Behind Series

TIM LAHAYE & JERRY B. JENKINS




ONE
Rage.
No other word described it.
Rayford knew he had much to be thankful for. Neither Irene•his wife of twenty-one
years•nor Amanda•his wife of fewer than three months•had to suffer this world any
longer. Raymie was in heaven too. Chloe and baby Kenny were healthy.
That should be enough. Yet the cliché consumed came to life for Rayford. He
stormed out of the safe house in the middle of a crisp May Monday morning,
eschewing a jacket and glad of it. It wasn't anyone in the safe house who had set
him off.
Hattie had been her typical self, whining about her immobility while building her
strength.
“You don't think I'll do it,” she had told him as she raced through another set of sit-
ups. “You way underestimate me.”
“I don't doubt you're crazy enough to try.”
“But you wouldn't fly me over there for any price.”
“Not on your life.”
Rayford stumbled along a path near a row of trees that separated a dusty field from
what was left of the safe house and the piles of what had once been neighboring
homes. He stopped and scanned the horizon. Anger was one thing. Stupidity
another. There was no sense giving away their position just for a moment of fresh
air.
He saw nothing and no one, but still he stayed closer to the trees than to the plain.
What a difference a year and a half made! This whole area, for miles, had once been
sprawling suburbia. Now it was earthquake rubble, abandoned to the fugitive and
the destitute. One Rayford had been for months. The other he was fast becoming.
The murderous fury threatened to devour him. His rational, scientific mind fought
his passion. He knew others•yes, including Hattie•who had as much or more
motive. Yet Rayford pleaded with God to appoint him. He wanted to be the one to
do the deed. He believed it his destiny.
Rayford shook his head and leaned against a tree, letting the bark scratch his back.
Where was the aroma of newly mown grass, the sounds of kids playing in the yard?
Nothing was as it once was. He closed his eyes and ran over the plan one more time.
Steal into the Middle East in disguise. Put himself in the right place at the precise
time. Be God's weapon, the instrument of death. Murder Nicolae Carpathia.


David Hassid assigned himself to accompany the Global Community helicopter that
would take delivery of a gross of computers for the potentate's palace. Half the GC
personnel in his department were to spend the next several weeks ferreting out the
location of Tsion Ben-Judah's daily cyberspace teaching and Buck Williams's