“Would you go to Chicago for me?” Rayford whispered.
“If you think I would be safe.”
“There’s no radiation.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ll tell you later. Just tell me you’ll go if I can get permission from Carpathia to have you fly out of San Francisco.”
“I’ll do anything for you, Rayford. You know that.”
“Listen to me, sweetheart. If you can’t get an immediate flight, and I mean before this plane leaves the ground again, you must reboard the Condor. Do you understand?”
“I understand, but why?”
“I can’t tell you now. Just get an immediate flight to Milwaukee if I can get it cleared.
If the plane is not airborne before we are-”
“What?”
“Just be sure, Amanda. I couldn’t bear losing you.”
Following the news from Chicago, the cable news channel broke for a commercial, and Rayford approached Carpathia. “Sir, may I have a moment?”
“Certainly, Captain. Awful news out of Chicago, is it not?”
“Yes, sir, it is. In fact, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You know I have family in that area.”
“Yes, and I hope they are all safe,” Carpathia said.
Rayford wanted to kill him where he sat. He knew full well the man was the Antichrist, and he also knew that this very person would be assassinated one day and be resurrected from the dead by Satan himself. Rayford had never dreamed he might be an agent in that assassination, but at that instant he would have applied for the job. He fought for composure. Whoever killed this man would be merely a pawn in a huge cosmic game. The assassination and resurrection would only make Carpathia more powerful and satanic than ever.
“Sir,” Rayford continued, “I was wondering if it would be possible for my wife to deplane in San Francisco and head back to Chicago to check on my people.”
“I would be happy to have my staff check on them,” Carpathia said, “if you will simply give me their addresses.”
“I would really feel a lot better if she could be there with them to help as needed.”
“As you wish,” Carpathia said, and it was all Rayford could do not to breathe a huge sigh of relief in the man’s face.
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“Who’s got a cell phone I can borrow?” Buck shouted over the din in the parking lot of Global Community Weekly.
A woman next to him thrust one into his hands, and he was shocked to realize she was Verna Zee. “I need to make some long-distance calls,” he said quickly. “Can I skip all the codes and just pay you back?”
“Don’t worry about it, Cameron. Our little feud just got insignificant.”
“I need to borrow a car!” Buck shouted. But it quickly became clear that everyone was heading to their own places to check on loved ones and assess the damage. “How about a ride to Mt. Prospect?”
“I’ll take you,” Verna muttered. “I don’t even want to see what’s happening in the other direction.”
“You live in the city, don’t you?” Buck said.
“I did until about five minutes ago,” Verna said.
“Maybe you got lucky.”
“Cameron, if that big blast was nuclear, none of us will last the week.”
“I might know a place you can stay in Mt. Prospect,” Buck said.
“I’d be grateful,” she said.
Verna went back inside to gather up her stuff. Buck waited in her car, making his phone calls. He started with his own father out west. “I’m so glad you called,” his father said. “I tried calling New York for hours.”
“Dad, it’s a mess here. I’m left with the clothes on my back, and I don’t have much time to talk. I just called to make sure everybody was all right. ”
“Your brother and I are doing all right here,” Buck’s dad said. “He’s still grieving the loss of his family, of course, but we’re all right.”
“Dad, the wheels are coming off of this country. You’re not gonna really be all right until-”
“Cameron, let’s not get into this again, OK? I know what you believe, and if it gives you
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