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Authors: Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins
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systems, installed by David Hassid and left for his use and safekeeping, still secure and running normally. Chang wolfed down fruit and crackers, then checked his e-mail. There was his confirmation, addressed to the bogus name he used as an operative of the Global Community aviation administration. Passenger, GC Peacekeeper Chang Chow from sector 30, riding with pilot Lionel Whalum, Long Grove, IL. Flight plan nonstop to Pawleys Island, South Carolina. Round trip for Whalum.
Mr. Chow’s papers in order, destination San Diego, California. Note: Whalum did not bear the mark of loyalty, but Mr. Chow asserted that he would see to it when they arrived in South Carolina. Chang fired off a thanks, then searched the database for flights from Pawleys Island to San Diego. A flier scheduled for that route the next day rang a bell in Chang’s mind. It was a Co-op pilot.
So Ming was using Co-op people to get herself to China. Was whalum Co-op too? He ran a search against Chloe’s records. Nothing. If he was Co-op, he hadn’t been used yet, or at least she hadn’t logged him. Maybe he used another name, or maybe Chloe was behind in entering her records. Chang checked the international GC database, and while the search engine looked for Whalum, he finished eating. He came back to the computer to find a photo of and an entire page on Lionel Whalum of Long Grove, Illinois. The man was black, of African descent. He and his wife and three kids had moved from Chicago to the suburbs when his business became successful. He had won many civic and business awards.
His loyalty to the Global Community was listed as unknown, but not suspicious. Chang switched to another database and copied information for a loyalty oath administration center at Statesville in Illinois. Switching back to Whalum’s records, he changed the loyalty designation to confirmed, documented by the GC squadron in Statesville on the date Whalum had received his mark. If he was Co-op, that would take the heat off. And it ought to tip off Ming that Chang was watching out for her. A tone sounded on Chang’s computer and scrolling type informed him, and all other GC personnel, of the unfortunate loss of both pilots involved in the attack on rebel forces today.
Due to pilot error, their payloads missed the target by more than a mile, and the insurgents fired missiles that destroyed both planes. The Global Community expresses its sympathy to the families of these heroes and martyrs to the cause of world peace. Chang quickly flipped to the hangar manifests and found that both multimillion-Nick aircraft were back and accounted for. The morgue listed both pilots as deceased remains delivered from crash sites in the Negev. Their personnel records had already been flagged in red with the date of their deaths.
He called up the recording from Akbar’s office around the time the first flier would have returned. There was clear conversation with Akbar’s secretary and the pilot being escorted to the conference room. A few minutes later came the pleasantries, the invite to sit again. Then Suhail. Good effort out there today, man. Thank you, sir, came the answer with a British accent. Perfect execution. Felt good. I’m sorry. You’re unaware then that your mission failed? Sir? That the outcome was negative?
I don’t follow, Director. Both incendiaries were bull’s-eyes, and the entire area was consumed, as ordered. When I turned for home, the missile had been launched, and according to what I heard- You seriously don’t know that you missed your target. Sir, if the coordinates were correct, we did not miss. 35 There were no casualties, young man. Impossible. I saw people there before we launched, and I saw nothing but fire for several minutes before I left. The effort was there, as I said.
Unfortunately, human error resulted in utter failure. I don’t . . . I’m not . . . I’m . . . at a loss, sir. You will be demoted, and the party line is that
Mr. Chow’s papers in order, destination San Diego, California. Note: Whalum did not bear the mark of loyalty, but Mr. Chow asserted that he would see to it when they arrived in South Carolina. Chang fired off a thanks, then searched the database for flights from Pawleys Island to San Diego. A flier scheduled for that route the next day rang a bell in Chang’s mind. It was a Co-op pilot.
So Ming was using Co-op people to get herself to China. Was whalum Co-op too? He ran a search against Chloe’s records. Nothing. If he was Co-op, he hadn’t been used yet, or at least she hadn’t logged him. Maybe he used another name, or maybe Chloe was behind in entering her records. Chang checked the international GC database, and while the search engine looked for Whalum, he finished eating. He came back to the computer to find a photo of and an entire page on Lionel Whalum of Long Grove, Illinois. The man was black, of African descent. He and his wife and three kids had moved from Chicago to the suburbs when his business became successful. He had won many civic and business awards.
His loyalty to the Global Community was listed as unknown, but not suspicious. Chang switched to another database and copied information for a loyalty oath administration center at Statesville in Illinois. Switching back to Whalum’s records, he changed the loyalty designation to confirmed, documented by the GC squadron in Statesville on the date Whalum had received his mark. If he was Co-op, that would take the heat off. And it ought to tip off Ming that Chang was watching out for her. A tone sounded on Chang’s computer and scrolling type informed him, and all other GC personnel, of the unfortunate loss of both pilots involved in the attack on rebel forces today.
Due to pilot error, their payloads missed the target by more than a mile, and the insurgents fired missiles that destroyed both planes. The Global Community expresses its sympathy to the families of these heroes and martyrs to the cause of world peace. Chang quickly flipped to the hangar manifests and found that both multimillion-Nick aircraft were back and accounted for. The morgue listed both pilots as deceased remains delivered from crash sites in the Negev. Their personnel records had already been flagged in red with the date of their deaths.
He called up the recording from Akbar’s office around the time the first flier would have returned. There was clear conversation with Akbar’s secretary and the pilot being escorted to the conference room. A few minutes later came the pleasantries, the invite to sit again. Then Suhail. Good effort out there today, man. Thank you, sir, came the answer with a British accent. Perfect execution. Felt good. I’m sorry. You’re unaware then that your mission failed? Sir? That the outcome was negative?
I don’t follow, Director. Both incendiaries were bull’s-eyes, and the entire area was consumed, as ordered. When I turned for home, the missile had been launched, and according to what I heard- You seriously don’t know that you missed your target. Sir, if the coordinates were correct, we did not miss. 35 There were no casualties, young man. Impossible. I saw people there before we launched, and I saw nothing but fire for several minutes before I left. The effort was there, as I said.
Unfortunately, human error resulted in utter failure. I don’t . . . I’m not . . . I’m . . . at a loss, sir. You will be demoted, and the party line is that
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