"Tim LaHaye & Jerry Jenkins - Left Behind Series 7 - The Indwelling" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

Rayford fired up the engines and maneuvered onto the tarmac. He couldn't wait to
tell Mac about this one. He heard about other planes on a radio that wasn't on yet?
Perimeter flange? Fire? Tsion taught that part of the population decimation might be
God's way of removing his most incorrigible enemies in anticipation of the coming
epic battle. Wyatt was living proof that the inept had survived.
Rayford knew he wouldn't always enjoy such fortune.
“Ben Gurion Tower to Gulfstream!”
Rayford leaned forward and looked as far as he could in both directions, both on the
runway and in the sky.
“Gurion Tower to Gulfstream, do you copy?”
He was clear.
“Gulfstream, you are not cleared! Remain stationary.”
“Gulfstream to Tower,” Rayford said. “Proceeding, thank you.”
“Repeat, Gulfstream, you are not cleared!”
“Cleared by Officer 423, Tower.”
“Repeat?”
“... been . . . leared . . . two-three . . . wer.”
“You're breaking up, Gulfstream! You are not cleared for takeoff. Repeat, not
cleared!”
“... nection . . . wer, thank y—”
“Do we have your flight plan, Gulfstream?”
“. . . o copy, tow—”
“Flight plan?”
“... icer fo-, two, thr—”
“If you can hear any of this, Gulfstream, be aware that satellite coordinates have
been scrambled and there is only manual positioning. Copy?”
Rayford depressed and released the talk button rapidly, then held it halfway down,
creating static on the other end. No satellite capability? For once he would be glad
for that. He needn't worry about pursuit. If he was flying blind, so would the GC.
Did that mean the phones were out too? He tried the safe house, then Laslos.
Nothing. He only hoped he could connect with the Greek believers before he put
down there. It made no sense to try to make it back to America. If Leah's message
meant what he thought and Hattie was no longer in Belgium, she could have long
since led the GC to the safe house.
He only hoped his message had gotten to David's computer before the satellites
went down.
Buck had been angry with his father-in-law before, but never like this. No contact?
Nothing? What was he supposed to do, collect Leah from Brussels, and it was every
man for himself? Now the phones didn't seem to be working.
Did he dare try to make it to Chaim's house and see what was going on? Why would
the GC storm the place and force their way in? Were they too looking for Chaim?
And why? Buck knew somebody already had to have the old man. Someone had
spirited him, or his body, from the Gala site. No way a wheelchair-bound stroke
victim could have made his own way out of that place with his contrivance in pieces
on the ground.
Buck took a cab to the small place he had once used as an Israeli safe house. No one
he recognized was living there. He walked several miles in the darkness through
rubble, never far from the cacophony of sirens and the flashing light shows of
emergency vehicles. When he finally arrived at Chaim's, the place was deserted and
dark. Had everyone been taken away? Emergency personnel were stretched, of