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thousands upon thousands of lives.”
“Why do you want it?” I said, frowning. “What is it to you? Power to blackmail?”
“Power to fix the world,” Salic said. “We just need a few photos. Proof.”
“Proof that Christianity is false, Stephen,” Tobias said, walking up beside me. “That will be a difficult task for them, as Islam accepts Jesus of Nazareth as a prophet. They do not accept the resurrection, however, or many of the miracles attributed to later followers. With the right photo, they could try to undermine Catholicism—the religion followed by most Filipinos—and therefore destabilize the region.”
I’ll admit that, strangely, I was tempted. Oh, not tempted to help a monster like Salic. But I did see his point. Why not take this camera, prove all religions false?
It would cause chaos. Perhaps a great deal of death, in some parts of the world.
Or would it?
“Faith is not so easily subverted,” Ivy said dismissively. “This wouldn’t cause the problems he thinks it would.”
“Because faith is blind?” Tobias asked. “Perhaps you are right. Many would continue to believe, despite the facts.”
“What facts?” Ivy said. “Some pictures that may or may not be trustworthy? Produced by a science nobody understands?”
“Already you try to protect that which has yet to be discounted,” Tobias said calmly. “You act as if you know what will happen, and need to be defensive about the proof that may be found. Ivy, don’t you see? What facts would it take to make you look at things with rational eyes? How can you be so logical in so many areas, yet be so blind in this one?”
“Quiet!” I said to them. I raised my hands to my head. “Quiet!”
Salic frowned at me. Only then did he notice what his soldiers had done to Razon.
He shouted something in Tagalog, or perhaps one of the other Filipino languages—perhaps I should have studied those instead of Hebrew. The soldiers backed away, and Salic knelt to roll over the fallen Razon.
Razon snapped his good hand into Salic’s jacket, reaching for the gun. Salic jumped back, and one of the soldiers cried out. A single quiet click followed.
Everyone in the room grew still. One of the soldiers had taken out a handgun with a suppressor on it and shot Razon in a panic. The scientist lay back, dead eyes staring open, Salic’s handgun slipping from his fingers.
“Oh, that poor man,” Kalyani said, moving over to kneel beside him.
At that moment, someone tackled one of the soldiers by the door, pulling him down from behind.
Shouting began immediately. I jumped out of my chair, reaching for the camera. Salic got it first, slamming one hand down on it, then reached toward his gun on the floor.
I cursed, scrambling away, throwing myself behind the stack of crates where Kalyani had taken cover a few moments before. Gunfire erupted in the room, and one of the crates near me threw up chips as a shot hit it.
“It’s Monica!” Ivy said, taking cover beside the desk. “She got out, and she’s attacking them.”
I dared peek around, in time to see one of the Abu Sayyaf suits fall to gunfire, toppling in the center of the room near Razon’s body. The others fired at Monica, who’d taken cover in the stairwell that led down to where we’d been captive.
“Holy hell!” J.C. said, crouching beside me. “She escaped on her own. I think I might have to start liking that woman!”
Salic yelled in Tagalog. He hadn’t come after me, but had taken cover near his guards. He clutched the camera close, and was joined by two other soldiers as they ran down the stairs from above.
This gunfire would draw attention soon, I guessed. Not soon enough. They had Monica pinned. I could barely see her, hiding in her stairwell, trying to find a way to get out and fire on the men with the weapon she’d stolen from the guard she’d tackled. His feet stuck out of the doorway near her.
“Okay, skinny,” J.C. said. “This is your chance. Something has
“Why do you want it?” I said, frowning. “What is it to you? Power to blackmail?”
“Power to fix the world,” Salic said. “We just need a few photos. Proof.”
“Proof that Christianity is false, Stephen,” Tobias said, walking up beside me. “That will be a difficult task for them, as Islam accepts Jesus of Nazareth as a prophet. They do not accept the resurrection, however, or many of the miracles attributed to later followers. With the right photo, they could try to undermine Catholicism—the religion followed by most Filipinos—and therefore destabilize the region.”
I’ll admit that, strangely, I was tempted. Oh, not tempted to help a monster like Salic. But I did see his point. Why not take this camera, prove all religions false?
It would cause chaos. Perhaps a great deal of death, in some parts of the world.
Or would it?
“Faith is not so easily subverted,” Ivy said dismissively. “This wouldn’t cause the problems he thinks it would.”
“Because faith is blind?” Tobias asked. “Perhaps you are right. Many would continue to believe, despite the facts.”
“What facts?” Ivy said. “Some pictures that may or may not be trustworthy? Produced by a science nobody understands?”
“Already you try to protect that which has yet to be discounted,” Tobias said calmly. “You act as if you know what will happen, and need to be defensive about the proof that may be found. Ivy, don’t you see? What facts would it take to make you look at things with rational eyes? How can you be so logical in so many areas, yet be so blind in this one?”
“Quiet!” I said to them. I raised my hands to my head. “Quiet!”
Salic frowned at me. Only then did he notice what his soldiers had done to Razon.
He shouted something in Tagalog, or perhaps one of the other Filipino languages—perhaps I should have studied those instead of Hebrew. The soldiers backed away, and Salic knelt to roll over the fallen Razon.
Razon snapped his good hand into Salic’s jacket, reaching for the gun. Salic jumped back, and one of the soldiers cried out. A single quiet click followed.
Everyone in the room grew still. One of the soldiers had taken out a handgun with a suppressor on it and shot Razon in a panic. The scientist lay back, dead eyes staring open, Salic’s handgun slipping from his fingers.
“Oh, that poor man,” Kalyani said, moving over to kneel beside him.
At that moment, someone tackled one of the soldiers by the door, pulling him down from behind.
Shouting began immediately. I jumped out of my chair, reaching for the camera. Salic got it first, slamming one hand down on it, then reached toward his gun on the floor.
I cursed, scrambling away, throwing myself behind the stack of crates where Kalyani had taken cover a few moments before. Gunfire erupted in the room, and one of the crates near me threw up chips as a shot hit it.
“It’s Monica!” Ivy said, taking cover beside the desk. “She got out, and she’s attacking them.”
I dared peek around, in time to see one of the Abu Sayyaf suits fall to gunfire, toppling in the center of the room near Razon’s body. The others fired at Monica, who’d taken cover in the stairwell that led down to where we’d been captive.
“Holy hell!” J.C. said, crouching beside me. “She escaped on her own. I think I might have to start liking that woman!”
Salic yelled in Tagalog. He hadn’t come after me, but had taken cover near his guards. He clutched the camera close, and was joined by two other soldiers as they ran down the stairs from above.
This gunfire would draw attention soon, I guessed. Not soon enough. They had Monica pinned. I could barely see her, hiding in her stairwell, trying to find a way to get out and fire on the men with the weapon she’d stolen from the guard she’d tackled. His feet stuck out of the doorway near her.
“Okay, skinny,” J.C. said. “This is your chance. Something has
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