The Remnant: On The Brink of Armageddon (8 page)

No doubt Carpathia himself would express abject personal sorrow over the losses. Chang checked the records in. Greece and found that Nelson Stefanich had forwarded location coordinates to Howie Johnson’s team. It was a couple of hours yet till nightfall, when Mac planned to pay the visit. Chang had time to confirm Mac’s instructions to the crew at the Ptolemas airport to refuel the Rooster Tail and entered into the computer that Senior Commander Johnson had been cleared at the highest levels to fly it to New Babylon. That done, Chang found Stefanich’s cell phone number and called it in to Mac. Got everything else you need?

Chang said. Well, I’d still like to know the disposition of the Oh, I will. Hey, Chang? Sir? Who’s better than you? Thank you, sir. Finally, Chang was able to check his other recordings from throughout the day. He located the one emanating from Carpathia’s office and backed up to several minutes before Nicolae, his secretary Krystall, Leon Fortunato, Suhail Akbar, and Viv Ivins sat watching the feed from the cockpit of the initial fighter-bomber. Suhail had just told the potentate he had arranged for him to watch live, and Carpathia had expressed excited anticipation. Chang sped through several minutes of setup and of Nicolae welcoming the various ones into the room. Then, pay dirt. Akbar informed Carpathia that the fighter-bombers were set for takeoff from Amman, and that he could bring that up on the monitor, if you wi sh. 

If I wish? Please! Palace to Amman Command, Suhail said. Amman. Go ahead, Palace. Initiate visual coverage of takeoff. Roger that. Several seconds of silence. Then Carpathia. Suhail, these are fighter-bombers? Is it an optical illusion? They look huge.  Oh, they are, Eminence. They have been in service only a few weeks.

Notice how high they sit off the ground. The gear is the tallest of any fighter ever. It has That is the bomb, underneath? Yes, sir. Talk about huge. It looks massive! Way too big to be carried internally, sir. It’s four and a half feet in diameter and eleven feet long. The thing weighs fifteen thousand pounds. You do not say! Oh, yes, sir. It’s carried on what we call an underbelly centerline station.

And what is it, Suhail? What are we serving the enemy today? The Americans used to call these Big Blue 82s. They are concussion bombs. Eighty percent of their weight is made up of a gel consisting of polystyrene, ammonium nitrate, and powdered aluminum. Is it as powerful as it is large? Excellency, Suhail said, nothing but a nuclear weapon would be more so. These are designed to detonate just a few feet off the ground and generate a thousand pounds of pressure per square inch. It should kill everything even the little creatures below the ground in an area as large as two thousand acres. The mushroom cloud alone will rise more than a mile. And we’re dropping two. Plus a missile. Yes, sir.

Fire?  Oh, Your Highness, that’s the best part. Each concussion bomb creates a fireball six thousand feet in Chang recoiled at a loud hiss, and he imagined a nearly overcome Carpathia inhaling deeply through his nose and exhaling through clenched teeth. Later, when the pilots let loose their payloads, Nicolae said, Suhail! How quickly can we get this on television? I’m sure it’s just a matter of a few switches, Excel 

Do it! Do it now! Someone left the room. The recording was interrupted only with occasional outbursts from Carpathia. Ahh! Look! Ohh! Perfect! On target! Both of them. The best revenge is success. Absolutely. And victory. Yes, sir. Total and complete, Nicolae said. Several grunted. A loud sigh ended in a hum. It reminded Chang of a lion he had seen at the zoo in Beijing. It had just gorged itself on several pounds of raw beef, roared, yawned and stretched, settled its wide chin on its paws, and sighed like that, followed by a low rumbling from deep inside. For several minutes they watched, and occasionally someone congratulated Nicolae. Finally, Your Lordship.

That was Viv Ivins. Carpathia did not respond, making Chang wonder if she was still in his doghouse. To all the other compliments he merely said, Thank you. Thank you. The suggestion from the primary pilot to abort the missile launch was immediately rejected by Suhail. Yes, Nicolae said in the background. Very good, Director Akbar. The final dart.

When the pilot sounded insubordinate, Suhail immediately countered. Then silence, finally broken by Carpathia. Was I hearing things, or did he dare cross you? He came right to the edge, Excellency. Reprimand him! Leon squawked. I do not believe he meant for me to hear it. He is watching in person what we are seeing on a screen. Of course it sounds like overkill to him. But still . . . , Leon said. Someone shushed him.

When the missile hit and the pilot began his halting, disbelieving commentary, Chang heard a chair roll back as if someone had stood suddenly. What?! That was Nicolae. Impossible! Fortunato. Cut the feed! Carpathia said, and Akbar repeated it, loud.

Footsteps away from the table and, Chang assumed, toward the monitor. The door opening. The sounds of people leaving, evidently everyone but Nicolae and Suhail. Two of our largest incendiary bombs? Carpathia whispered. You said one was more than enough. It should have been. We saw the flames, watched them burn, for how long Long enough. Several minutes of relative silence, during which Chang believed he heard Carpathia panting. And when the potentate finally spoke, he sounded desperate and short of breath. Listen to me, Suhail. Yes, sir.  Are you listening? I am, sir. Deal with those pilots. They missed. They failed. Their eyes deceived them.

Do not allow this victory to go to the Judah-ites. Do not. I hear you, sir. Then contact the other nine regional potentates, personally, on my behalf. Tell them the Judah-ites have raised arms against us and have dealt a severe blow. We shall retaliate. I told them this only recently. You did, sir. But the time is now; the budget is limitless. I will sanction, condone, support, and reward the death of any Jew anywhere in the world. I want this done as a top priority, by any means. Imprison them. Torture them. Humiliate them. Shame them. Blaspheme their god. Plunder everything they own. Nothing is more important to the potentate. Do you understand? I do  Go quickly. Do it now. Yes, sir. And Suhail? Sir? Send Reverend Fortunato in. In seconds, Leon came bustling. Oh. Highness, I don’t know what to say. I can’t understand it.

My dear Most High Reverend Fortunato. Kiss my hand.  How may I serve you, Potentate? I kneel before you. Be still and hear me. Are you still my most trusted devotee Oh, yes, Supre  Shh my Reverend Father of Carpathianism? I am, sincerely. Leon, do you love me? You know I do. Do you cherish me? with all my- Do you worship me? Oh, my beloved-‘5 5 Stand up, Leon, and hear me. My enemies mock me. They perform miracles. They poison my people, call sores down on them from heaven, turn the seas into blood. And now! And now they survive bombs and fire! But I too have power. You know this. It is available to you, Leon. I have seen you use it. I have seen you call down lightning that slays those who would oppose me. Leon, I want to fight fire with fire.

I want jesuses. Do you hear me? Sir? I want messiahs. Messiahs? I want saviors in my name. Tell me more, Excellency. Find them thousands of them. Train. them, raise them up, imbue them with the power with which I have blessed you. I want them healing the sick, turning water to blood and blood to water. I want them performing miracles in my name, drawing the undecided, yea, even the enemy away from his god and to me. I will do it, Excellency.

Will you. I will if you will empower me. Kneel before me again, Leon. Lay your hands on me, risen one.  I confer upon you all the power vested in me from above and below the earth! I give you power to do great and mighty and wonderful and terrifying things, acts so splendiferous and phantasmagorical that no man can see them and not be persuaded that I am his god. Leon sobbed. Thank you, lord. Thank you, Excellency.  Go, Leon, Carpathia said. Go quickly and do it now.

GEORGE
FELT
pretty good, considering. How long had it been since they had put him in the backseat of the jeep? He was opposite the driver’s side with Elena in front of him, Plato beside him. The leader slid in behind the wheel and told Plato to blindfold George again. George liked the fact that he was again sitting on his hands, giving him an excuse to bounce and tumble into Plato. If he timed it right, maybe he could even bang heads with him. The leader backed up the Jeep and stopped, idling. Where is he? he asked, testy. There, by the road. What is he doing there?

A loud sigh. Socrates! Come here! George heard the hobbling footsteps. Are you finished with the car? Hidden Aristotle Give me the keys. Why? What if I need it? That will ruin everything! Give them to me. George heard the jangling as Aristotle took the car keys. Think, man! he said. This way, no matter what happens, you have no keys to surrender. And stay away from the road! You have no reason to be outside. Just wait in there. Aristotle lowered his voice, as if thinking a blind Sebastian couldn’t hear either. Remember, the closer you come to the edge, the more believable you are. You know I can do it. You know I do! You can still produce tears at will? Take it right to the brink. It has to look like you tried everything before you crumbled. Now, I am sorry you are hurt, but this is just as important as what we are doing.

Right. This one’s real name is Elena, last initial A. Hmm, the only one whose actual name is given. Guess they don’t feel any need to protect her. Then a couple of no-account locals, both of which it looks like tried to get out of Peacekeeping duty but wound up on this vigilante squad. Oh, get a load of these monikers. One of them’s the leader, Mac,

Hannah said, pointing. Mac shook his head. Aristotle. Other one’s Socrates. Real creative. Given this, shouldn’t Elena be Helen? Of Troy, get it? And the big guy, the one that’s supposed to pass for George. Plato? Oh, for the love of all things sacred! Well, whatever you gotta do to keep track of each other. He’s French. Brought in just for this. Sebastian would be insulted. This guy’s heavy, but he’s under six two. He’s no George.

Mac kept glancing at his watch, and as night fell, they kept reading, memorizing. They finally had to resort to the dome light and three tiny flashlights. The original plan wasn’t half bad, Chloe said. Only somebody didn’t cooperate. I don’t know the boy or the other old guy, the driver, Mac said. But from what I know of Miklos, my money’s on him. Anyway, somebody smelled a rat.

They were supposed to pick up the girl eight kilometers north of the airport, then have Plato, pretending to be Sebastian, show up just down the road. But Sebastian was expecting to hook up with them closer to the airport, Hannah said. They must’ve wanted to be sure the deal was done before he came looking, Mac said. They’re pretty proud of this change of plans. Looks like they originally wanted to take ‘em all in, including George, and then threaten to kill the others if George wouldn’t talk.

Then, even if he did, they were gonna execute ‘em together if they wouldn’t take the mark. Chloe had turned the page slightly. Did we know this? she said. What’s that? Mac said. The shootings, all three of them, were done by the girl.  Chloe had that tingling sensation inside as the zero hour drew near. Mac had studied the coordinates and determined they were about forty minutes from where George was being held. At 2130 hours he called Stefanich on his private cell phone with the number provided by Chang. Early in the afternoon in Chicago, Buck and Enoch called their people together. Quick update,

Buck said. Chang has a trace on Ming, and it appears she’s probably on her way to San Diego. Then on to China. Problem is, he doesn’t know where their parents are, so she couldn’t either far as we know. How’d she get to San Diego? Alble said. The long way. Guess she got a ride with some private pilot out of Long Grove to South Carolina, then was able to- Whoa! Leah said. Hold on! Long Grove? Yeah. Then she- Buck! Was the pilot this whalum guy? I don’t know.

The point is, if it is him, he’s the guy who wants to ship housing modules to Petra. That stopped Buck. I don’t get it. She might be going to Petra. She’ll never make it. Security’s too tight. Tell me about it. Maybe she just caught a ride with a guy who’s going on to Petra, but she isn’t. That’s worth praying about, Leah said. That’s why we’re here. So Ming used a Co-op contact. . .

Can we move on here, Leah? Sure, but we haven’t even checked him out yet. Don’t know if he’s legit. And here I thought when Ming was reading through all these records that she was just helping out.  Buck cocked his head at Leah. Weren’t you the one who said Ming was an adult and free to do what she wants?  Mac was surprised when the phone rang four times. GC policy was that command officers always be available to the brass. This is Nelson Stefanich, he heard finally, and the only reason I’m answering a call from a hidden number is because of a current operation, so state your business. well, Nelly diggin’-a-ditch Stefanich, how in the world are ya ?  Who-?  Sorry I missed ya today.

Howie Johnson, here. Yes, sir, Commander. Have we met? Naw, but I hear such good things about ya, I feel like I know ya, know what I mean? Thank you, sir. ‘Preciate the info you gave my aide today. No problem. we’re ‘bout ready to roll here, Nels, and I just wanted to give you a heads-up so you can let your guy Aristotle know we’re on our way.

I’m assumin’ your phone’s secure.  Of course, Commander. Good, good. Now I don’t want them gettin’ spooked. They should be expecting us and not start shootin’ the minute they hear us. We want to protect them too, so we won’t be drivin’ right to their door. We’ll approach on foot and when we’re within range I’ll give out two loud whistles. They should respond with one, and we’ll know it’s safe to come on ahead. Got it. You whistle twice; they whistle once. And they understand that as soon as I’m on the scene, I am the ranking officer. Oh, yes, sir. Absolutely.