Apollyon: The Destroyer Is Unleashed

by Tim LaHaye

  “Well, yes. Frankly, I feel lonely and overwhelmed, and I hate that feeling.”

  “It’s sure understandable.”

  “I know. And I have a deep sense of joy, such as we get when we are in fellowship with the Lord. I have told him this, of course, but I would appreciate knowing someone else is praying for me too.”

  “I’m sure we all do, Tsion.”

  “I am most blessed to have such a loving family to replace my loss. We have all suffered. Sometimes it just overtakes me. I knew this locust plague was coming, but I never thought through the ramifications. In many ways I wish we had been more prepared. Our enemy has been incapacitated for months. Yet while we count on them for so many things, like transportation, communications, and the like, this has crippled us too.

  “I don’t know,” he said, rising and stretching. “I don’t expect to find happiness anymore. I am looking forward to the birth of this little one as if it were my own. That will bring a ray of sunshine.”

  “And we want you to be another parent to it, Tsion.”

  “The contrast alone will be sobering though, won’t it?

  “The contrast?”

  “This fresh, young innocent will not know why Hattie is crying. Won’t know of our losses. Won’t understand that we live in terror, enemies of the state. And there will be no need to teach the little one of all the despair of the past, as we would if we were raising it to adulthood. By the time this baby is five years old, it will already be living in the millennial kingdom with Jesus Christ in control. Imagine.”

  Tsion had a way of bringing perspective to everything. Yet Rayford was sobered by the rabbi’s angst. Millions around the world expected Dr. Ben-Judah to be their spiritual leader. They had to assume he was at peace with his own mature walk with God. Yet he was a new believer too. While a great scholar and theologian, he was but a man. Like most others, he had suffered grievously. He still had his days of despair.

  Rayford began feeling lonely in advance. Floyd would have plenty of doctoring to do in the safe house with a new baby and Hattie still ailing. Buck had told Rayford he looked forward to some modicum of normalcy and permanence, so he could make his Internet magazine what it needed to be to compete with Carpathia’s Global Community rags. Chloe would be busy with the baby and the details of the commodity co-op. And Hattie, when she finally recuperated, would itch to get out of there.

  That left Rayford to be the one on the go. He looked forward to being back in the cockpit. He had resigned himself to the fact that his life would consist of hard work, being careful to remain free and just trying to stay alive. But the Glorious Appearing seemed further away all the time. How he longed to be with Jesus! To be reunited with his family!

  His life as an accomplished commercial pilot seemed eons ago now. It was hard to comprehend that it had been fewer than three years since he was just a suburban husband and father, and none too good a one, with nothing more to worry about than where and when he was flying next.

  Rayford couldn’t complain of having had nothing important to occupy his time. But the cost of getting to this point! He could empathize with Tsion. If the Tribulation was hard on a regular Joe like Rayford, he couldn’t imagine what it must be like for one called to rally the 144,000 witnesses and teach maybe a billion other new souls.

  Early in the afternoon Rayford took a call from T Delanty. “I want to start digging tomorrow,” he said. “You still willing to help?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it. If my son-in-law gets in at a decent hour, I’ll be ready when you are.”

  “How about seven in the morning?”

  “What’s the rush?”

  “I hear Ernie’s getting better. Bo probably would be too, but he tried to kill himself three ways. He’s a mess.”

  “Buy him out.”

  “I will, and that will be easy because the way we’re set up, all I have to do is make him an offer he can’t match. He was left some money, but his share in the airport is so small, I should be able to make him go away. I worry about Ernie.”

  “How so?”

  “He was close to Ken, Ray. At least as close as a person could hope to get. I know Ken considered him a believer; he had me fooled too.”

  “I’m the third stooge on that list,” Rayford said.

  “It’s possible Ken confided in Ernie.”

  “Nah. He only just told me on the flight to Israel.”

  “You say that like you guys have been buddies for years. He hardly knew you, Rayford, and yet he told you he buried his gold. I had heard the rumor myself, and I don’t feel like I knew Ken well at all. Ernie worked with him, ingratiated himself. I don’t believe for a second that Ken promised him a thing. That wouldn’t make sense. But still I’ll bet Ernie knows more than he’ll let on.”

  “You think he’ll get better and show up with a shovel?”

  “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

  “First, Mr. Williams, call me Laslos. It comes from my first name, Lukas, and my last name, Miklos. OK?”

  Buck agreed as they embraced in the small air terminal. “And you must call me Buck.”

  “I thought your name was Cameron.”

  “My friends call me Buck.”

  “Then Buck it is. I want to take you to meet with the believers.”

  “Oh, Laslos, I’m sorry. I cannot. I’d love to, and maybe I will get back here and do that. But do you understand that I have been away from my wife for many months—”

  Laslos looked stricken. “Yes, but—”

  “And that she is in her last couple of weeks of pregnancy?”

  “You’re going to be a father! Splendid! And everything is fine, except that this is the worst time . . . well, you know that.”

  Buck nodded. “My father-in-law wanted me to discuss with you your role in the international commodity co-op.”

  “Yes!” Laslos said, sitting and pointing to a chair for Buck. “I have been reading what Dr. Ben-Judah says about it. It is a brilliant idea. What would we do without it? We would all die, and that is what the evil one wants, right? Am I not a good student?”

  “Do you see a role for yourself or your company?”

  Laslos cocked his head. “I’ll do what I can. My company mines lignite. It is used in power plants. If there is any call for it in the community of believers, I would be happy to be involved.”

  Buck leaned forward. “Laslos, do you understand what it will mean when citizens of the Global Community are required to wear the sign of the beast on their hand or on their forehead?”

  “I think so. Without it they cannot buy or sell. But I do not consider myself a citizen of the Global Community, and I would die before I would wear the sign of Antichrist.”

  “That’s great, friend,” Buck said. “But do you see how it will affect you? You will not be able to sell. Your whole business and livelihood are built on a product you sell.”

  “But they need my product!”

  “So they will put you in jail and take over your mines.”

  “I will fight them to the death.”

  “You probably will. What I’m suggesting is that you look for another commodity to trade, something more internationally marketable, something your brothers and sisters in Christ need and will be unable to get when the mark of the beast is ushered in.”

  Laslos appeared deep in thought. He nodded. “And I have another idea,” he said. “I will build my lignite business and sell it before they quit buying from me.”

  “Great idea!”

  “It happens all the time, Buck. You make yourself so indispensable to your biggest client that it only makes sense that they buy you out.”

  “And who is your biggest client?”

  Laslos sat back and smiled sadly, but Buck detected a gleam in his eye. “The Global Community,” he said.

  CHAPTER 20

  Rayford ran into Floyd Charles angrily slamming stuff around. “Which vehicle can I use?” Floyd asked.

  “Makes no difference, Doc,” Rayford s
aid. “Rover’s running fine. I’m taking Ken’s Suburban to T tomorrow. See if his little church group can use it. It’s rightfully his anyway.”

  “I’ll take Buck’s.”

  “Where you going?”

  “I’ve got to get some oxygen, Ray. I don’t want to be caught off guard without O2 when I need it. And I don’t want Chloe as stressed as I am.”

  “That bad? Should I be worried?”

  “Nah! It’s not Chloe as much as Hattie now. She thinks she’s better, so she wants to get up and get out. Well, she can’t without help, and I’m not going to help her. She has made a turn for the better, but she’s underweight, and her vitals are average. But, like you say, she doesn’t report to us.”

  “You want me to talk to her? Maybe I can shame her into doing what you say, after all we’ve done for her.”

  “If you think it’ll do any good.”

  “Where you getting O2, Kenosha?”

  “I don’t dare show my face there again. I called Leah at Arthur Young. She’s got a couple of tanks for me.”

  “You know who you can check in on over there? Hattie’s young Ernie.”

  “No kidding?”

  “T told me Ernie and his friend Bo were being treated there.”

  Buck was ill by the time Abdullah landed at Heathrow. Cramped, nauseated, exhausted, tense—he was a mess. All he wanted was to get home to Chloe.

  Heathrow was a shell of what it had been before World War 3 and the great earthquake. But Carpathia had poured money into it and made it high-tech and efficient, if not as big as it had been. With the waning population, nothing needed to be as big as before.

  Heathrow tower flatly rejected Abdullah’s announced sequences. He seemed frustrated but didn’t rebel. Buck wondered what he did before becoming a believer. Maybe he’d been a terrorist.

  Abdullah seemed cognizant of Buck’s wish to keep moving. He returned from refueling with two cellophane-wrapped cheese sandwiches that looked as if they’d been sitting for days. He offered one to Buck, who refused only because he was queasy. Abdullah must have assumed Buck was in too great a hurry to eat, because as soon as the deliberate ground control officer cleared him for takeoff, they were streaking toward Greenland.

  Buck felt as if he were running a sprint that would never end. He assumed that at some point he could try to relax, but the jet seemed always on the verge of exploding or crashing. When his phone chirped in his pocket, Buck went through all sorts of vain gyrations to get in a position where he could reach it.

  Abdullah noticed and asked if anything was wrong. “Need an emergency landing?” he asked.

  “No!” Buck hollered, sensing the hope in Abdullah’s question. Apparently a normal race from Jordan to America wasn’t enough of a thrill for Abdullah. But where does one execute an emergency landing between London and Greenland? Surely he would have had to turn back to London, but Abdullah seemed more likely to find an aircraft carrier.

  When they finally reached Greenland for the final refueling, Buck extricated himself from his seat and learned that his caller had been Dr. Charles. He called him back.

  “I can’t really talk to you right now, Buck, sorry. I’m picking up supplies at a hospital.”

  “Well, give me a hint, Doc. Everything OK there?”

  “Let’s just say I hope you’re on schedule.”

  “That doesn’t sound good. Chloe OK?”

  “We all need you here, Buck.”

  “Spill it, Doc. Is she OK?”

  “Buck, let me get free for a minute here so we can talk.”

  “Please!”

  Buck heard Floyd asking someone named Leah if she would excuse him. “All right, Buck. Are you on schedule?”

  “I’m surprised I’m not ahead of schedule, but yes, we’re looking at a 10:00 p.m. arrival.”

  “That late?”

  “You’re scaring me, Doc.”

  “The truth is, Buck, I’ve been misleading Chloe and Rayford today. The fetal heartbeat has been dropping for a few days, and it’s at the alarming stage.”

  “Meaning?”

  “I’m putting Chloe on oxygen as soon as I get back there. I wanted to do it hours ago, but I ran into a snag at the hospital. I dropped in on somebody Rayford knows who was recuperating here. He sounded real interested in hearing about the judgments and what they meant, and I wound up spending way too much time with him. Hattie’s been talking to his younger friend, who’s apparently already been released.”

  Buck stood in the cold wind and hollered into the phone. “Doc, I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. I’m sorry to be rude, but get to the point. Why did you think it necessary to mislead Chloe and Ray when they’re right there and can deal with the problem, but you drop it on me in the middle of nowhere when I can do nothing?”

  “If you had seen how they reacted when I just hinted at the problem, you’d know I was right. I need Chloe to stay upbeat, and if she knew how serious this is, she would not be in a position to do her part.”

  Abdullah signaled Buck to reboard. “Will I still be able to talk on the phone?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  But in the air the noise was awful. Buck and Floyd had to repeat almost every sentence, but Buck finally got the whole scoop. “Is there any chance you’ll have to induce before I get there?”

  “I’m through making promises.”

  “Do what’s best for Chloe and the baby!”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  He needs permission for that? Buck wondered.

  “And tell Rayford the truth, Doc! I think Chloe can take it too, but if you think it would put her into a tailspin, use your own judgment. She’s pretty tough, you know.”

  “She’s also very pregnant, Buck. That floods the body with a hormone wash and turns a woman into a mother hen.”

  “Just don’t say or do something you have to apologize for later. She’s going to want to know why she wasn’t fully informed.”

  “Rayford will be there to get you, Buck. I’ve got another call. Godspeed!”

  Rayford was relieved when Doc Charles finally answered. “Where are you, man? You’ve been gone for hours!”

  Floyd told him of meeting Bo and getting sidetracked telling him about God. “The other guy was discharged this morning. Anyway, what’s up?”

  “Chloe is not feeling well, and of course she’s worried. Is there anything we should do for her?”

  “What’s her complaint?”

  “Shortness of breath. Extreme fatigue.”

  “I’ll get there as soon as I can. Put her in a position where her lungs can expand the most. Can you handle the fetal monitor?”

  “We’ll get it done between the two of us if it’s important.”

  “Call me with the results in ten minutes.”

  Buck liked Doc, and it felt strange to be angry with him. But a trained medical professional should be more buttoned-down, less hung up on periphery. Here he was, his own life in Abdullah’s hands, rocketing through the air to get home to his wife, and he gets this news. What was he supposed to do but pray? Buck believed in prayer and exercised it to the fullest. But anxiety just about did him in, and he could easily have been spared it. There’d be plenty of time to worry once he got there.

  Rayford felt all thumbs getting the fetal monitor working, and at first he feared the heartbeat had disappeared. “God, please, no!” he prayed silently. “Not this on top of everything else.” For all the talk about the inadvisability of bringing a baby into the world during the Tribulation, everyone in the house had a huge stake in this birth.

  Suddenly they heard the speeding heart. “Do you just count and multiply?” Rayford asked.

  “I don’t know,” Chloe said, panting. “Can you count that fast? It’s still fast, but is it slower than before?”

  “It wouldn’t change enough in a few hours that we’d be able to tell without precise measurement.”

  “Then get it to work!”

  An LCD readout
came to light. When Rayford called the figure in to Floyd, he told Ray to worry more about Chloe than the baby. “I want her to breathe deeply and get all the oxygen she can until I get there. But Ray, I’ve got a problem. I’m being followed.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “No question. I’ve taken several detours, and I can’t shake him.”

  “What kind of car?”

  “A motorcycle. One of those little jobs they race off road. No way I’m going to outrun him.”

  “Lead him around awhile. See if he gets bored. Some guys just get a kick out of worrying people.”

  “He’s smooth, Ray. He’s far enough back to not be obvious, but he’s stayed with me for miles. I don’t want to give away our location to anybody, but I also need to get this oxygen to Chloe.”

  “I’ll take care of her. Keep me posted.”

  “Uh, I’m a little low on fuel, and those cycles can go forever.”

  “How close are you to Palwaukee?”

  “Close.”

  “I’ll call T. Whoever’s following you isn’t going to follow you into an enclosed area. And T will gas you up too.”

  “Great.”

  Rayford called T and filled him in.

  “Oh, no,” T said.

  “What?”

  “Ernie’s a bike racer. He probably followed your man from the hospital, trying to find out where Hattie lives. They’ve been talking more.”

  “How do you know?”

  “A phone girl here said Hattie called for Ernie, and she told her he was at Young Memorial. But if Hattie wanted to see him, wouldn’t she just have told Ernie where she was?”

  “She doesn’t know where she is, T. She knows it’s Mount Prospect, but there’s no way she could tell him how to get here.”

  “If your man leads Ernie here, I’ll give him what for. We’ll keep him from finding you, you can be sure of that. What’s he driving, and what does he look like?”

  “The Rover and you.”

  “Come back?”

  “He’s driving Buck’s Rover, and he looks a lot like you.”

  Rayford arranged pillows so Chloe could lie back and raise her arms over her head without hurting herself or the baby. That opened her lungs more, and she said she felt a little better. Rayford was startled when he turned and saw Hattie at the top of the basement stairs.