The Remnant: On The Brink of Armageddon (32 page)

But you are not Carpathia loyalists, George said. I see no mark. On you either, sir, the man said. And yet you seem no more afraid than we do. You don’t even seem concerned, George said. The men told us not to fear. why did you believe them? What gave you such confidence?  They were believable. What can I say? Ask some others why they are here. The man spoke to another group in Spanish. Then to another. We were all invited by the same men, he said. And who are they? No one knows.

And yet you all risk your lives to be here. It is as if we have no choice, sir. Rayford stopped and the crowd surged past him. What does this sound like to you, George? The same thing it sounds like to you: Ming’s story.  Exactly. And we’ll know for sure from the first words that come from their mouths. If the one . . . Christopher Right.   starts out with the gospel, and the next one predicts what’s going to happen to Babylon. . . Nahum.  Right. And Caleb warns about taking the mark, well, that’s all we need to know.

But where’s the GC, Rayford? These guys got people saved in China, but the Peacekeepers still killed ‘em. Both men turned in their seats to watch far the enemy. Maybe God and these guys work differently in different parts of the world. Leah Rose worked in the basement of Lionel Whalum’s huge home in Long Grove, Illinois. She and Hannah were making an inventory of medical supplies and a list of what was needed at various Co op locations. They were working with printouts from Chloe Williams. I’m looking for a place that needs more than supplies, frankly, Leah said.

I hear you. Is anything more exhausting than being idle? I don’t know if I want to be in the middle of combat again, but I’ve got to be somewhere I’m needed. Problem is, Leah said, Petra doesn’t need medicine or nurses. But I’d like to at least stop by there on the way to my next assignment. Hmm, really? Wonder who? I mean, wonder why? Shut up, Hannah. Suddenly, Leah’s knees buckled and she almost fell. What was that? Hannah said. You all right? Yeah. I don’t know. I just went weak all of a sudden, but it passed. But as soon as she had said that, she dropped to her knees. Lea h!

I’m okay. It’s just it’s just that I . . . oh, God, yes. I will, Lord. Of course. What? What is it? Pray with me, Hannah. We’re supposed to pray for Mr. Whalum.  Should I get his wife? We’re supposed to do it right now. Lord, Leah said, I don’t know what you’re impressing upon me except that Mr. Whalum needs prayer right now. We trust you, we love you, we believe in you, and we know you are sovereign. Do whatever you have to do to keep him safe, and all those who are with him. He and Rayford and George and Ree should be leaving soon, so give them whatever they need, protect them in whatever way they need protection, and go before them into India.

Here they come, Rayford said, pointing past the west end of the crowd to show George the GC. They pulled up in Jeeps and vans, maybe a hundred troops, uniformed and armed. They had bullhorns. While Rayford drove to the other side of the crowd and parked where he could see the people, the GC, and the front of the assembly, a GC officer announced, This is an unlawful assembly. You are violating the law. There is no facility here for administering the mark of loyalty, and you are so many months past now that you will not be allowed to rectify that oversight. Appearing in public without the mark of loyalty is punishable by death at the hands of any law abiding citizen, but if you will disperse now and go directly back to your homes, we will offer a brief extension and allow you to take the mark within twenty four hours. An application site is available as close as Tamel Aike or Laguna Grande, both within sixty miles of here.

The people did not stop, did not look, did not appear troubled. The GC began again. This is your last warn  Silence! The commanding voice came from the front, from one of the three, and without amplification. My name is Christopher, and I speak under the authority of Jesus Christ the Messiah and Son of the living God. He has determined that those of this com pany who receive his everlasting gospel today shall enter into his millennial kingdom at his glorious appearing, just over two years from now.

The people began to murmur, and the GC were on their bullhorns again, but the horns malfunctioned and no one could hear them. My coworkers Nahum and Caleb are here with me only to proclaim that which the Lord has assigned us to proclaim. And then God’s message of salvation as found in his only begotten Son will be presented by one of the 144,000 witnesses he has raised up from the tribes of the children of Israel. And now begone, you workers of iniquity, you ser vants of the evil ruler of this world. You shall come nigh unto these people and this place never again.

Begone lest the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ strike you dead where you stand! The GC ran for their vehicles and for their lives. Christopher said, Fear God and give glory to Him, for the hour of His judgment has come; and worship Him who made heaven and earth, the sea and springs of water. Nahum followed with his curse on Babylon, and Caleb warned of the consequences of accepting the mark of the beast. Then a white robed evangelist strode to the front and said, There shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. And then shall they see the Son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory.

And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh. heat’s a comin’ and you’ve got water galore, Bihari. ‘Scuse me while I make a phone call. Mac punched in Rayford’s number. Ray? Where you at, man? When you guys headin’ this way? Good! Listen, you’ve seen the rivers? That’s right, you’re on the Chico. Let me tell you, it doesn’t affect the believers. At least it doesn’t here. He told him of his encounter with Michael and what had happened to the blood.

We’re about an hour from takin’ off, so tell those brothers and sisters the water is comin’ ! Well, that’s right, they don’t need it that bad now, do they? Bihari here’s lookin’ at me like I’ve just lost it. Well, hey, you tell ‘em a deal’s a deal.  Can I tell him, Captain Steele? George said. Tell who what? Luis. About the GC having to leave this area alone. And about the water. Like to share good news, do you? You bet! Knock yourself out. When they got back, Luis jogged up to the car. well? George wants the privilege,

Rayford said. We roll in ten minutes. Lionel would take the first four hours, then Ree would take over, but Rayford would land the craft. Ray was strapping into the copilot’s chair when Lionel fired up the engines, but as he put his headphones on he sensed something wrong. You okay? Rayford said. Lionel pressed his lips together. Did all my preflight. Me too. So? Doesn’t feel right. Long flight, big plane, lots of cargo, friend. We don’t go till you’re happy, hear?

I appreciate that, but I can’t put my finger on it. Wanna do preflight again, check every box from top to bottom, just to be sure? Nah, just let me think a minute. Rayf ord turned in his seat. How you doing, Ree ?  Ree gave him a thumbs up and laid his head back, as if ready to sleep. Here comes your last crew member, Mr. Pilot. Should he shut the door, or are we holding? Aw, nuts. Hold a second. I’m checking the cargo. Need help? Nah, I got it. Cold back there. Don’t I know it! Rayford waited just past ten minutes. Ree and George were strapped in and dozing already.

Ray unstrapped and started back to the cargo hold when he met Lionel coming the other way. All set? Lionel gave him a look. Tell the tower we’re ready. As they strapped back in, Lionel looked at Rayford again. Praise God, is all I’ve got to say. No, it isn’t. Tell me. Had a whole pallet that never got secured. First bank, it would have shifted. Could have put us down. ‘Course.

Surely you’d checked the cargo on preflight. I did. I always do. Hardly anything’s more important than keeping that load centered and secure. What made you think of it?

I have no idea. I double checked every lock. All were up. I dust got a feeling I should check again. Well, buddy, R.ayford said, if we land in India, that feeling will be the reason.

CHANG
SPENT
hours monitoring the palace, his ears always pricking up when he heard Carpathia. Something in the atmosphere of that ancient Edom region interferes with our missiles, our flights, our artillery, Nicolae said one evening. The entire area has become a Bermuda Triangle. Ensure the peace but do not waste another Nick on armory that does no more than what we can accomplish diplomatically. Chang knew Global Community diplomacy was an oxymoron.

Standard operating procedure no longer included any semblance of public relations for the potentate. Someone was trying to protect the potentate from it, but from all over the globe came evidence that even the millions of citizens who bore marks of loyalty to him now knew that the risen god of the world had become a despot king.

Hundreds of thousands were dying everywhere for want of drinkable water. One report from Region 7, the United African States, showed a woman railing in public before a small, obviously fearful crowd: Justice, fair play, even juries are relics from another time! We obey the GC and bow to the image of the supreme ruler only because we all know someone who has been put to death for failing to! She was shot to death where she stood, and the crowd scattered for its life.

From the same area came a sham of a recording depicting a programmed parade for the benefit of the Global Community News Network. The people marched listlessly, their faces blank, as they held aloft placards and chanted, Hail, Carpathia in monotones. Chang both suffered and benefited from the chaos at the palace. In many ways New Babylon had become a ghost town. Citizens could no longer afford pilgrimages to the gleaming edifices.

He knew from the real figures not the cooked books whose summaries were announced to the populace that half the world’s population at the time of the Rapture had now died. The capital city of the world didn’t work very well anymore. Factions and minikingdoms sprang up, even around Carpathia top people threatening, cajoling, surrounding themselves with sycophants. Everyone was suspicious of everYone else, while all were obsequious and cloying around the big boss.

Revolt was out of the question. Theirs was a ruler who had proved himself impervious to death. What was the point of killing him again? You could take power for three days, but you had better loot the place and be gone when he resurrected. The sad state of services in New Babylon was nothing compared to everywhere else in the world but Petra.

Trib Force and Co op fliers reported that everywhere they went, they saw that things simply wore out and were not replaced. The huge depletion of the population cost society half the people once employed in service jobs. Few were left to transport fuel, fix cars, keep streetlamps and traffic lights working, maintain order, protect businesses.

Buck recounted in The Truth that the GC, especially at the local level, used their uniforms, badges, and weapons to get more for themselves. Pity the shop owner who doesn’t grease the palm of his friendly neighborhood insurer of security. Chang watched all this from his spot as a journeyman techie in Aurelio Figueroa’s computer department but mostly from the system so expertly designed and installed by his predecessor, David Hassid. Ironic, Chang thought, that it was the one thing still humming along perfectly.

Carpathia himself was a madman, and no one around him even pretended otherwise except to his face. Everyone seemed to cater to his craziness, competing to see who could be first to curry his favor by carrying out his latest directive which usually came in a fit of fury. Insubordination! he shrieked late one night as Chang listened to his weary lieutenants trying to stay awake with him. My sub potentate in Region 7 must wake up tomorrow to find that the heads of both Libya and Ethiopia and their entire senior cabinets have been assassinated! Suhail Akbar said, I’ll talk with him, Excellency. I’m sure he will realize that  Did you not understand that to be a directive, Suhail ? 

Sirs  Did you not understand my order. You literally want those leaders and their cabinets dead by morning? If you cannot accomplish it, I will find  It can be done, sir, but there would not be time to send our strike force from here  You are director of Security and Intelligence! You have no contacts in Africa who can 5′ I’m on it, sir. I should hope you are! The deed was accomplished by an S & I force of African Peacekeepers and Morale Monitors. Akbar was lauded the next day, then suffered in Carpathia’s doghouse for more than three weeks because the boss was having trouble getting useful information out of Region 7.  Rayford lived in an underground hut, like everyone else who worked out of the former military base in San Diego.

And like Mac and Albie out of Al Basrah, Rayford flew missions directly between San Diego and other International Co op centers places so remote and well hidden that if the fliers could elude GC radar and even that was crumbling with the loss of personnel all over the world there were no pesky airport details they had to bluff their way past. The head of the Tribulation Force worried that he and his people might lower their guard and see their whole network come crashing down. He actually had felt more in control and careful when the GC had been at full strength. The world had become a cauldron of individual free market systems. When he was home in San Diego, Rayford studied the reports that came to Chloe from Co op workers all over the globe. Hardly anywhere in the world escaped the evil influence of the GC sponsored deceivers.

Magicians, sorcerers, wizards, demonic apparitions, and deputies of Leon Fortunato preached a false gospel. They set themselves up as Christ figures, messiahs, soothsayers. They lauded the deity of Carpathia. They performed wonders and miracles and deceived countless thousands. These were lured away from considering the claims of Christ himself, usually by the promise of drinkable water, but once they had made their decisions for the evil ruler, either he snuffed them out as he had done in the Negev or God slew them.