Read The Remnant: On The Brink of Armageddon Online

Authors: Tim Lahaye,Jerry B. Jenkins

Tags: #Adventure, #Fantasy, #Science Fiction, #Adult, #Thriller, #Contemporary, #Spiritual, #Religion

The Remnant: On The Brink of Armageddon (6 page)

I have to think the GC will kill anybody who leaves.

Mac told Chloe and Hannah that squadron headquarters in Ptolemais was expecting him, but that he wanted to downplay everything.

How so? Chloe said.

Sounds like your way has been paved.

Yeah, but if I go in there, buttons shining, it’s like I’m on display, tryin’ to impress.

I could give off the smell of a rat without even trying.

Plus, if that headquarters is anything like the rest of this place, I’m gonna look suspicious if I don’t start rippin’ on anybody who’s supposed to be in charge.

Tell us about it, Hannah said.

I hated working at the palace, but the organization and decorum made this place look sick.

If I was really a senior commander, I’d be pushin’ paper to New Babylon for a week about this place.

I had hoped to just rush in there, get what I needed, and get going.

I wasn’t even going to ask ‘em for any support, ‘cause I oughtn’t need it.

Now I’m of a mind not to even show up.

what? Myself, I mean.

Us, then? One of you.

I’ll go, Hannah said.

Now’ wait a minute, Chloe said.

I  rankly, I’m leaning toward Chloe myself, Hannah.

I don’t expect any suspicion, but if worse came to worst and they checked your iris or your handprint, you know you’re on file in the palace.

As a dead woman.

well, yeah, but then how would you explain an Indian lady havin’ the exact ID marks of a dead Native American?  As long as it’s not that you don’t think I can pull it off.

You kiddin’ ? Half the time I look at you and forget who you are.

But Chang has entered Chloe’s readings under her new name, so even if they got feisty and made a member of my executive staff prove her identity, she’d sail through.

what do you want me to do, Mac? Chloe said.. I want you to be bored.

Bored?  And irritated.

You got grunt duty.

While the fat-cat boss you came with and his other personnel are takin’ a nap at a nice place where is none of anybody’s business-you got assigned to go get the info he needs.

Any red tape, any holdup at all, and you’re ticked off.

Can you work that up? what do you think? Your approach is that this is bottom-end stuff just give me the info and let me be on my way.

Make sure the hostage takers know we’re comet so they don’t get spooked, but they’d better have their man ready.

The boss is none too pleased that they haven’t gleaned anything from him yet, so make way for somebody who knows what he’s doing.

Gotcha.

That flyboy friend of Abdullah’s believes if everything goes well, we can take Sebastian in cuffs, of course right back to his own plane and fly out of here tonight.

Does local have any idea you’re planning to take the prisoner?

 

 No, and by the time they find out, we oughta be out of here.

Not going to be easy, Hannah said.

Even if they buy everything up to where we visit him.

It never is, Indira, Mac said, smiling.

The key, though, is not trying to convince them of anything.

You sting somebody by getting them to come your way.

Follow? Not sure.

For instance, if I hinted to you that Rayford or Tsion wanted you to do something you didn’t want to do, like head straight back to Chicago right now, your first reaction would be negative.

You wouldn’t want to do it, you’d refuse, and I’d say, okay then, I can’t tell you the rest of it.

You’d say what’s that, and I’d say, no, you made your decision so you don’t need to know.

Now I don’t know for sure about you, but if I was in your shoes, I’d be all over me trying to find out what the whole story was and whether I made the right decision.

You bet I would, and I’d wear you down too.

You know I would.

You probably would.

But see, you’d be comin’ my way then.

It wouldn’t be me trying to convince you of something.

It would be you trying to drag it out of me.

I tell you whatever I need to, to get you to do what I wanted in the first place, and you don’t realize until later, when you realize I manipulated you, that you were stung and it seemed like your idea.

Other words, Hannah said, you’re going to somehow make these people beg you to take Sebastian off their hands.

You got it.

And they’re going to think you’re doing them a favor.

Exactly.

This I’ve got to see.

You will.

And where am I while Chloe’s doing her thing at headquarters?  waiting in the Jeep, eyes and ears open.

The impression is, yeah, there are two of you, but it takes only one to pick up directions for the boss.

And where will you be? Chloe said.

On the phone to Chang and then to the kid at the airport.

I want that Rooster Tail gassed up and ready to go.

You going to tell him we’ll have a prisoner with us? I’ll play that by ear.

If we don’t find a weapon in George’s car, I’ve got one for him and one for me anyway.

You’ve got your side arms.

Think we’ll need them? At least for show.

There’s nothing suspicious about a superior officer bringing armed staff with him on a visit like this.

Chang hurried as casually as he could to his quarters during his afternoon break and flew across his key board, trying to track his sister.

She was better at this than he expected.

He wished only that she had let him in on it so he could have helped pave the way.

Maybe if she arrived somewhere and discovered he had pre cleared her for transport on assignment, she would know he was watching.

Peacekeeper Chow was already in the system.

Apparently he had gotten out of Chicago and found himself a ride to Long Grove, Illinois.

Chang was glad his sister had avoided Kankakee and the old Glenview Naval Air Station.

Though short-staffed like everywhere else, they had been burned by Judah-ites for the last time and were impossible to hoodwink.

But Chang had never before seen anything on his system that mentioned even an airstrip in Long Grove.

He finally found an executive runway that had recently been reopened for limited commercial routes.

With his break time running out, Chang contacted the tower there as a high-ranking official in the GC aviation administration, requesting routine confirmation of a Peacekeeper from international sector 30 catching a ride on a commercial cargo plane bound for Pawleys Island, South Carolina.

Chang couldn’t wait for the response and hurried back to his desk.

There it became clear that Suhail Akbar himself was interrogating the first pilot to return from Petra.

Chang could only assume that the second was also bound for Suhail’s private conference room.

With a few keystrokes, he activated the bug in that office to record, and later he would download it from the central system.

Chloe appreciated that Hannah seemed sensitive enough to leave her to her thoughts on the drive back in to Ptolemais.

You’re okay with my doing this, right Makes perfect sense, Hannah said.

If I was going to get checked, this would be the place.

Chloe tried to slow her pulse by breathing deeply and trying to doze.

It didn’t work, but she knew her life depended on what Mac referred to as her ability to play bored.

Irritated was all right, if it came to that.

But bored would play truest.

Squadron headquarters was on the top three floors of a four-story building with an abandoned first floor that appeared to have been some sort of business.

One of the men Chloe and Hannah had encountered on the street sat in the dark near the elevator at ground level, smoking and reading by the sliver of light from the street.

He stood when he saw her and saluted.

Elevator’s broke, ma’am, he said.

You want the stairs there behind you.

As you were.

This your assignment? Yes, ma’am.

Somebody’s got to tell people or they’d wait all day for that thing.

No one thought of a sign? Yeah, but the commanding officer wants the personal touch.

She nodded.

He’s the one I’m here to see.

Could you tell him that Fr n- The young man held up both hands.

I have no way to tell him, ma’am.

There’s a receptionist up there.

Thought you people were understaffed.

He shrugged.

Doing what I’m told, ma’am.

The stairs led to a dingy, tiled room with about half the fluorescent lights working.

No one was at the receptionist’s desk, but another Peacekeeper began to rise from the end of a tired couch.

Chloe stopped him with a wave.

What’s your role here, son? GC Morale Monitor, ma’am.

And telling people the receptionist is not here.

I can see that.

Well, telling them she will be right back.

How soon is `right back’? He looked at his watch.

Supposed to have been ten minutes ago, so should be any minute now.

Couldn’t you just as easily inform Commander Stefanich that Ms.

Irene is here from Senior Commander Johnson’s staff?  Well, I could, ma’am, but I was instructed to- Just do it.

I’ll take the heat.

Yes, ma’am.

Ms.

who from what? Never mind, I’ll find him, Chloe said, reaching for the door.

Oh, I can’t let you do that, ma’am.

Now, please.

I’m sorry I forgot your information.

Is your hand on your gun, Monitor? she said.

No, ma’am, well, yes, ma’am, it is, but not on purpose.

I  Read my name badge, son, and get that memorized.

Now all you have to know is Senior Commander Johnson.

Got it.

One moment.

Chloe shook her head.

It was a wonder the GC accomplished anything.

The door had barely shut when it opened again and the Morale Monitor gestured her in with a nod.

He pointed to a glassed-in office in a corner of the floor where the commander sat at his desk, a female underling stationed outside.

I have to get through her too? Chloe said.

Yes, ma’am.

That is the commander’s secretary.

Most of the other desks were empty, and the lights here were intermittent too.

It seemed all this commander had were enough people to keep him buffered.

Chloe strode toward the older woman in uniform.

 

The woman smiled expectantly, but Chloe swept past her.

Irene, Johnson’s staff, to see Stefanich.

The woman had no time even to protest.

Nelson Stef anich looked startled and began to rise.

Hi, sorry, sir, but Senior Commander Johnson doesn’t have time for me to work my way through all your layers.

You have some information for him? of course, but- Chloe whipped out her leather bifold and produced her GC ID card.

What do you need? well, I’d like to visit with Commander Johnson.

Stefanich sounded eastern European, she guessed Polish.

He sends his regrets.

The GC brass would like this handled with dispatch, and we understood you were prepared to- Sit down, Ms.

Irene, please.

 I really- Please, I insist.

Chloe sat.

I had hoped to bring your commander up to speed on the ones we chose for this assignment.

We are very proud of their- Excuse me, sir, but we understand zero information has been extracted from the rebel operative.

That’s just a matter of time.

He is highly trained military, and we have been patient to this point.

Might I suggest that if your assignees were at the level you say they are, Commander Johnson would not have had to come all this way? Perhaps.

But I am happy with what they have accomplished thus far and plan to recommend them for- Do whatever you like, sir, but please send me back to my boss with what he needs to make contact.

Stefanich made a shove of pulling a file from his desk drawer, but he did not hand it to Chloe.

Are you not aware of what happened today? This prisoner became immediately less valuable with the success of the attack.

I understood the results of that are not conclusive.

If they were, wouldn’t it be broadcast internationally? There were technical difficulties.

You will learn that millions of traitors are dead, including their leadership.

We still don’t know where their headquarters are, Chloe said, or how much of the leadership might be left.

We have them narrowed to the Carpathian States.

Even the rebel would not refute that.

Sir, are you refusing a senior commander access to your prisoner? No, I’m  Because if you are, I will be the first to fall under his displeasure.

But you will be next.

She rose.

I’m already late, but showing up empty-handed, well, I don’t mind telling you, that is going to fall on you.

Here you are, he said, offering the file.

Chloe was moving toward the door.

You can put in for commendations for the locals you hired, but you won’t be in a position to award them if- Here, no, please, he said, smiling apologetically.

Chloe stopped and looked at him with suspicion.

A folder? I don’t want a folder.

All I need to give the commander are directions to the prisoner.

That’s what this is! Now, here! Chloe stood with her hand on the doorknob, shaking her head.

And your people expect us.

Of course!

CHAPTER
FOUR

She stood with her lips pressed together, squinting at Stefanich. She had come this far; she wasn’t going to return to him. Let’s have it, then. He sat reaching, offering the file. She stared him down. Finally he sighed and rose and approached her. Chloe snatched the folder and left.

 

CHANG
SAT
fidgeting at his desk, pretending to work, unable to concentrate. He was supposed to be coordinating flights and convoys of equipment, food, and supplies from production plants to the neediest areas. He had devised a way to make it appear his instructions were logical and complete, even efficient. But the actual transmissions caused no end of delays. Because of a glitch he had introduced into the system, shipments were held for days at remote locations, then delivered to the wrong places. Often the wrong place for the GC meant the right place for the Co op or the Trib Force. Chang had received a commendation for his work, somehow covering his tracks and avoiding having the problems traced to him. Something was niggling at the back of his mind now, though. Something didn’t make sense. Ming had left a note informing the Chicago Tribulation Force that she was on her way to see her parents in China. If that was true, why would she go east? It only made sense for her to find a flight to the West Coast. True, the major California cities were rubble and the big airports gone, but there were still many places to fly out of. Chang considered feigning illness and taking the rest of the afternoon off, but he couldn’t risk bringing attention to himself. Too many Trib Forcers were in precarious positions. He needed to be in place for them without suspicion. He watched the clock. Buck sat with Kenny on his lap and chatted with Zeke and Leah. It was just after eight in the morning, and Leah was riffling through stacks of messages and reports from Co op people all over the world.

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