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breakfast nook at the back of the house.
Donny had apparently planned for just such a future, somehow assuming that one
day he and his wife would have to live in seclusion. Whether he feared nuclear
fallout or just hiding from Global Community forces, he had crafted an expansive
plan. His layout enlarged the tiny, dank cellar at the back of the house to extend
beneath the entire other side of the duplex and far out into the yard.
The other source Rayford had consulted was the late Ken Ritz's refinement of the
original plan. Ken had honed his image as a clod-kicking blue-collar bush pilot. It
turned out he was a graduate of the London School of Economics, licensed in all
manner of high-speed jets, and•as these schematics showed•a self-taught architect.
Ken had streamlined the excavation process, moved Donny's support beams, and
devised a central communications protocol. When all was in place, the shelter
should be undetectable and the various satellite linkups, cellular receivers and
transmitters, and infrared computer interfaces easy to access and service.
While Buck worked with Doc and Rayford, and Tsion wrote his masterful daily
missives to his global audience, Chloe and Hattie busied themselves with their own
pursuits. Hattie seemed to work out every spare moment, madly building tone and
endurance and adding weight to what had become her emaciated frame. Buck
worried she was up to something. She usually was. No one in the house was certain
she hadn't already compromised their location with her ill-conceived effort to buy
her way to Europe months before. So far no one had come nosing around the place,
but how long could that last?
Chloe spent the bulk of her time with baby Kenny, of course. When she wasn't
sneaking in a nap to try to regain her own strength, she used her free moments to
work via the Net with her growing legion of Commodity Co-op suppliers and
distributors. Already believers were beginning to buy and sell to and from each
other, in anticipation of the dark day when they would be banished from normal
trade.
The pressure of close quarters and lots of work, not to mention dread of the future,
was Buck's constant companion. He was grateful he could do his own writing and
help Rayford and Doc with the shelter while still getting time with Chloe and
Kenny. But somehow his days were as long as ever. The only time he and Chloe
had to themselves was at the end of the day when they were barely awake enough to
talk. Kenny slept in their room, and while he was not the type to bother the rest of
the household, both Buck and Chloe were often up with him in the night.
Buck lay awake one midnight, pleased to hear Chloe's deep rhythmic breathing and
know she was asleep. He was mulling how to improve the efficiency of the Trib
Force, hoping he could contribute as much as the other men seemed to. From the
beginning, when the Force consisted of just the late Bruce Barnes, Rayford, Chloe,
and him, Buck felt he had become part of a pivotal, cosmic effort. Among the
earliest believers following the Rapture, the Tribulation Force was committed to
winning people to Christ, opposing Antichrist, and surviving until the reappearing
of Christ, now just over three and a half years away.
Tsion, whom God had provided to replace Bruce, was a priceless commodity who
needed to be protected above all. His knowledge and passion, along with his ability
to communicate on a layman's level, made him Nicolae Carpathia's number one
enemy. At least number one after the two witnesses at the Wailing Wall, who
continued to torment unbelievers with plagues and judgments.
Chloe astounded him with her ability to run an international company while taking
care of a new baby. Doc was clearly a gift from God, having saved Hattie's life and