Free The Remnant: On The Brink of Armageddon by Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins Page A

You know this. It is available to you, Leon. I have seen you use it. I have seen you call down lightning that slays those who would oppose me. Leon, I want to fight fire with fire.
     
    I want jesuses. Do you hear me? Sir? I want messiahs. Messiahs? I want saviors in my name. Tell me more, Excellency. Find them thousands of them. Train. them, raise them up, imbue them with the power with which I have blessed you. I want them healing the sick, turning water to blood and blood to water. I want them performing miracles in my name, drawing the undecided, yea, even the enemy away from his god and to me. I will do it, Excellency.
     
    Will you. I will if you will empower me. Kneel before me again, Leon. Lay your hands on me, risen one.  I confer upon you all the power vested in me from above and below the earth! I give you power to do great and mighty and wonderful and terrifying things, acts so splendiferous and phantasmagorical that no man can see them and not be persuaded that I am his god. Leon sobbed. Thank you, lord. Thank you, Excellency.  Go, Leon, Carpathia said. Go quickly and do it now.

CHAPTER FIVE
    GEORGE FELT pretty good, considering. How long had it been since they had put him in the backseat of the jeep? He was opposite the driver’s side with Elena in front of him, Plato beside him. The leader slid in behind the wheel and told Plato to blindfold George again. George liked the fact that he was again sitting on his hands, giving him an excuse to bounce and tumble into Plato. If he timed it right, maybe he could even bang heads with him. The leader backed up the Jeep and stopped, idling. Where is he? he asked, testy. There, by the road. What is he doing there?
     
    A loud sigh. Socrates! Come here! George heard the hobbling footsteps. Are you finished with the car? Hidden Aristotle Give me the keys. Why? What if I need it? That will ruin everything! Give them to me. George heard the jangling as Aristotle took the car keys. Think, man! he said. This way, no matter what happens, you have no keys to surrender. And stay away from the road! You have no reason to be outside. Just wait in there. Aristotle lowered his voice, as if thinking a blind Sebastian couldn’t hear either. Remember, the closer you come to the edge, the more believable you are. You know I can do it. You know I do! You can still produce tears at will? Take it right to the brink. It has to look like you tried everything before you crumbled. Now, I am sorry you are hurt, but this is just as important as what we are doing.
     
    Right. This one’s real name is Elena, last initial A. Hmm, the only one whose actual name is given. Guess they don’t feel any need to protect her. Then a couple of no-account locals, both of which it looks like tried to get out of Peacekeeping duty but wound up on this vigilante squad. Oh, get a load of these monikers. One of them’s the leader, Mac,
     
    Hannah said, pointing. Mac shook his head. Aristotle. Other one’s Socrates. Real creative. Given this, shouldn’t Elena be Helen? Of Troy, get it? And the big guy, the one that’s supposed to pass for George. Plato? Oh, for the love of all things sacred! Well, whatever you gotta do to keep track of each other. He’s French. Brought in just for this. Sebastian would be insulted. This guy’s heavy, but he’s under six two. He’s no George.
     
    Mac kept glancing at his watch, and as night fell, they kept reading, memorizing. They finally had to resort to the dome light and three tiny flashlights. The original plan wasn’t half bad, Chloe said. Only somebody didn’t cooperate. I don’t know the boy or the other old guy, the driver, Mac said. But from what I know of Miklos, my money’s on him. Anyway, somebody smelled a rat.
     
    They were supposed to pick up the girl eight kilometers north of the airport, then have Plato, pretending to be Sebastian, show up just down the road. But Sebastian was expecting to hook up with them closer to the airport, Hannah said. They