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the mark of God on his forehead.
He hurried back to the door and called to others. A black girl came out, about
Chloe's age, wearing shorts and socks and an oversized man's white shirt.
Chloe felt on display, as if at the zoo. And here came two middle-aged Latino
women-one big boned but gaunt, the other thin and short.
"You're okay?" the young black woman called out. "How long you been outside?"
"Almost an hour. But I've been out before. Lots of times."
"And you're okay?"
Chloe smiled. "I'm okay! Not contagious!"
"Let her in!"
"Yeah, let her in!"
"Get Enoch! He'll decide."
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First in line, Rayford noticed, in each of the three massive divisions of GC
battalions, were full-
track tanks, chewing up rocks and dirt and sand, bouncing and rolling over the
uneven ground.
Behind them, beyond the clouds of dust, from what he had seen from the air,
were missile launchers. Then came cannons, then armored personnel carriers,
trucks, jeep-type vehicles with gun-
toting soldiers, then smaller cars.
Rayford judged their speed at about thirty-five miles an hour, and he assumed
they would soon synchronize a stopping point where every weapon in their
arsenals would have maximum kill power.
But there seemed no slowing as they drew within half a mile, then a quarter
mile. They bore down on the unarmed civilians.
Rayford suddenly had a sinking feeling. He had only assumed the rest of the
Operation Eagle forces would merely stand in confidence behind Michael. But
what if they acted on old information? What if Albie or Mac or someone else
had provided them weapons and they returned fire, or worse, initiated it?
He wanted to grab his phone and his walkie-talkie and confirm with his people
that they were to stand down, to remain unarmed. But the GC were nearly upon
them now. The noise reverberated off the rock walls and the dust blew all
around them. Still, neither side opened fire. Rayford finally ducked and
turned, covering his eyes against the dust and peeking back to be sure none of
his people took overt action. As far as he could see, the Israelis and the
Operation Eagle forces remained calm, standing firm, trusting in God's
protection.
Rayford had to fight a smile. In his humanness he allowed that he could be in
heaven within seconds, and his survival instinct wanted him to defend himself.
But the promises of God also rang in his ears. He shook his head at the lunacy
of Carpathia's ego. Clearly this three-pronged army had been instructed not to
fire unless fired upon, and they intended to run over the Israelis and grind
them into the ground!
They were within a hundred feet now, yet Rayford heard not a sound from
behind, not a cry from anyone's lips. This flood from the serpent's mouth was
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going to hit an invisible wall or be swept away by some wall of water from
nowhere, or the Israelis and their helpers would prove so ethereal that the
weapons of destruction would pass harmlessly through them.
Ten feet and ground zero, and suddenly the entire mass of God's people fell to
their knees and covered their ears at the thunderous peals that resounded like
mountains falling. All around the sea of people, right at the feet of those in
the front on every side, the earth split and ripped open for a mile in every
direction away from Petra.
The echoes from the shattering of the earth were as loud as the actual
cleaving, and as the tanks and missiles and cannons and personnel armaments
were fired in panic or from being shaken to their core, the projectiles rose
vertically and eventually dropped back down onto the plunging armies.
Smoke and fire rose in great belches from the colossal gorge that appeared to
reach the bowels of hell. The roar of racing engines, whose drivetrains
propelled steel tracks or wheels that merely spun in thin air, could not cover
the screams of troops who had been just seconds from squashing their prey and
now found themselves hurtling to their deaths.
Rayford and all those around him pulled their hands from their ears and thrust
them out wide to keep their balance as, still on their knees, they were rocked
by aftershocks. It was as if they surfed on unsolid ground as the earth slowly
healed itself. The walls of the chasm came back together as the Red Sea must
have millennia before, and the loose, rocky topsoil was suddenly new.
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