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keeping the rest of them healthy. Hattie was the only unbeliever and understandably
selfish. She spent most of her time on herself.
But Buck worried most about Rayford. His father-in-law had not been himself
lately. He seemed to seethe, short-tempered with Hattie and often lost in thought,
his face clouded with despair. Rayford also had begun taking breaks from the house,
walking nowhere in the middle of the day. Buck knew Rayford would not be
careless, but he wished someone could help. He asked Tsion to probe, but the rabbi
said, “Captain Steele eventually comes to me when he wants to reveal something. I
do not feel free to pursue private matters with him.”
Buck had asked Doc's opinion. “He's my mentor, not the other way around,” Floyd
said. “I go to him with my problems; I don't expect him to come to me with his.”
Chloe begged off too. “Buck, Daddy is a traditional, almost old-world father. He'll
give me all the unsolicited advice he wishes, but I wouldn't dream of trying to get
him to open up to me.”
“But you see it, don't you?”
“Of course. But what do you expect? We're all crazy by now. Is this any way to
live? Going nowhere in daylight except to Palwaukee once in a while, having to use
aliases and worry constantly about being found out?”
Buck's compatriots all had reasons for not confronting Rayford. Buck would have to
do it. Oh, joy, he thought.


David Hassid sat in the passenger seat of GC Chopper One, watching with Mac
McCullum. The ground crew at New Babylon Airport hooked a thick steel cable
from the helicopter to three bundled skids containing 144 computers. The crew
chief signaled Mac to begin a slow ascent until the cable was taut. Then he gently
lifted off, ostensibly to deliver the cargo to the Global Community palace.
Mac said, “The skids should take care of themselves, provided you keep away from
that release lever. You wouldn't really do that, would you?”
“To delay my own staff from finding Tsion's and Buck's and Chloe's transmission
point? You bet I would, if it was the only way.”
“If?”
“C'mon, Mac. You know me better than that by now. You think I would trash that
many computers? I may be only about a third your age•”
“Hey!”
“All right, a little less than half, but give me some credit. You think the number of
computers we ordered was lost on me?”
Mac held up a finger and depressed his radio transmitter. “GC Chopper One to
palace tower, over.”
“This is tower, One, go.”
“ETA three minutes, over.”
“Roger, out.”
Mac turned to David. “I figured that's why you ordered a gross. One for every
thousand witnesses.”
“Not that it'll parcel out that way, but no, I'm not going to crash them in the desert.”
“But I'm not putting down at the palace either, am I?”
David smiled and shook his head. From their position he had a view of the
sprawling palace complex. Acres and acres of buildings surrounded the great
gleaming castle•what else could he call it•Carpathia had erected in honor of himself.
Every imaginable convenience was included, thousands of employees dedicated to