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The Indwelling:
The Beast Takes Possession
Book 7 of the Left Behind Series

TIM LAHAYE & JERRY B. JENKINS




PROLOGUE
From Assassins

BUCK had ducked under a scaffold at the sound of the gun.
A tidal wave of humanity swept past him on both sides, and he saw glee on some
faces. Converts from the Wailing Wall who had seen Carpathia murder their
heroes? By the time Buck looked to the stage, the potentates were leaping off, the
drapery was flying into the distance, and Chaim appeared catatonic, his head rigid.
Carpathia lay on the platform, blood running from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and-it
appeared to Buck-from the top of his head. His lapel mike was still hot, and because
Buck was directly under a speaker tower, he heard Nicolae's liquid, guttural
murmur, “But I thought ... I thought... I did everything you asked.”
Fortunato draped his stocky body over Carpathia's chest, reached beneath him, and
cradled him. Sitting on the stage, he rocked his potentate, wailing.
“Don't die, Excellency!” Fortunato bawled. “We need you! The world needs you! I
need you!”



Monday of Gala Week
LEAH Rose prided herself on thinking under pressure.
She'd been chief administrative nurse in a large hospital for a decade and had also
been one of few believers there the last three and a half years. She had survived by
her wits and eluded Global Community Peacekeeping Forces until finally having to
flee and join the Tribulation Force.
But on the Monday of the week that would see the assassinations of the two
witnesses and the Antichrist, Leah had no clue what to do. In disguise and under her
alias, Donna Clendenon, she believed she had fooled authorities at the Belgium
Facility for Female Rehabilitation (BFFR, or Buffer). She had passed herself off as
Hattie Durham's aunt.
A squinting guard, whose nameplate read CROIX and whose accent was
unmistakably French, asked, “And what makes you think your niece is incarcerated
here?”
“You think I'd come all the way from California if I had any doubt?” Leah said.
“Everybody knows Hattie is here, and I know her alias: Mae Willie.”
The guard cocked his head. “And your message can be delivered only in person?”
“A death in the family.”
“I'm sorry.”
Leah pursed her lips, aware of her artificially protruding teeth. I'll bet, she thought.
Croix stood and riffled through pages on his clipboard. “Buffer is a maximum
security facility without standard visiting privileges. Ms. Durham has been