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The potentate himself wanted to know how quickly the computers could be
installed. “Figure half a day to unload, reload, and truck them here from the
airport,” David had told him. “Then unload again and assume another couple of
days for installation and setup.”
Carpathia had begun snapping his fingers as soon as “half a day” rolled off David's
tongue. “Faster,” he said. “How can we steal some hours?”
“It would be costly, but you could•”
“Cost is not my priority, Mr. Hassid. Speed. Speed.”
“Chopper could snag the whole load and set 'em down outside the freight entrance.”
“That,” Carpathia said. “Yes, that.”
“I'd want to personally supervise pickup and delivery.”
Carpathia was on to something else, dismissing David with a wave. “Of course,
whatever.”
David called Mac McCullum on his secure phone. “It worked,” he said.
“When do we fly?”
“As late as possible. This has to look like a mistake.”
Mac chuckled. “Did you get 'em to deliver to the wrong airstrip?”
“'Course. Told 'em one, paperworked 'em another. They'll go by what they heard. I'll
protect myself from Abbott and Costello with the paperwork.”
“Fortunato still looking over your shoulder?”
“Always, but neither he nor Nicolae suspects. They love you too, Mac.”
“Don't I know it. We've got to ride this train as far as it'll take us.”
Rayford didn't dare discuss his feelings with Tsion. The rabbi was busy enough, and
Rayford knew what he would say: “God has his plan. Let him carry it out.”
But what would be wrong with Rayford's helping? He was willing. He could get it
done. If it cost him his life, so what? He'd reunite with loved ones, and more would
join him later.
Rayford knew it was crazy. He had never been ruled by his feelings before. Maybe
his problem was that he was out of the loop now, away from the action. The fear
and tension of flying Carpathia around for months had been worth it for the
proximity it afforded him and the advantage to the Tribulation Force.
The danger in his present role wasn't the same. He was senior flyer of the
International Commodity Co-op, the one entity that might keep believers alive when
their freedom to trade on the open market would vanish. For now, Rayford was just
meeting contacts, setting up routes, in essence working for his own daughter. He
had to remain anonymous and learn whom to trust. But it wasn't the same. He didn't
feel as necessary to the cause.
But if he could be the one to kill Carpathia!
Who was he kidding? Carpathia's assassin would likely be put to death without trial.
And if Carpathia was indeed the Antichrist•and most people except his followers
thought he was•he wouldn't stay dead anyway. The murder would be all about
Rayford, not Carpathia. Nicolae would come out of it more heroic than ever. But the
fact that it had to be done anyway, and that he himself might be in place to do it,
seemed to give Rayford something to live for. And likely to die for.
His grandson, Kenny Bruce, had stolen his heart, but that very name reminded
Rayford of painful losses. The late Ken Ritz had been a new friend with the
makings of a good one. Bruce Barnes had been Rayford's first mentor and had
taught him so much after supplying him the videotape that had led him to Christ.
That was it! That had to be what had produced such hatred, such rage. Rayford