The Teacher’s prayers were not answered. Thinking that God had slammed down the celestial receiver, Paul noted that the earth no longer shook. He heard nothing more. His Heavenly Father had thrashed him violently, though He didn’t cause as much injury as his step-father used to. But, there was no message, vision, or sign afterward. “What am I doing wrong?” he begged God. “Please tell me your plans for me and for my followers.” He said this with his face thrust to the sky, a face bloodied by the falling fragments of glass and debris. He lay prone again, his face and hands buried in the carpet, ignoring the new bites from the sharp surfaces held by the soft carpet bristles. Then he heard it.
Two explosions, in the distance. He rose from his supplication to find God’s answer.
“It’s from the nuclear power plants. It looks like they’re experiencing meltdowns,” said an old professorial-looking man, who stroked his beard as he spoke in a tone of scientific detachment, not fear. “I suspect this will kill us all.”
“You mean, like in the
“Yes, just like that,” the old man answered.
Continued…
The Final Solution
I tried to think of every contingency plan with the beach house and beach warehouse, always knowing that this wasn’t our final place, this was just temporary: a transitional place until you were ready and it was the right time. Likewise, I knew that my ranch was a transitional place; although it is certainly more defensible than the beach house, it still is just transitional and not the place we will all go to, which I’ll get into in the next few pages.
If by chance, you are trapped, I have set up a final solution. My beach house is rigged with explosives. As a diversion, or to take out the enemy if they are in the house, or if you just want to blow it up so that no one can have access to its secrets, you’ll find a button right inside the passage way. When you press this, you will have exactly five minutes to close the passageway door, exit to the beach warehouse, and lock the warehouse door. You must be on the opposite side of that beach warehouse door to be safely protected from the blast that will come.
Note: The warehouse will be fine, because the explosives are focused inward and toward the ocean. However, I wouldn’t suggest that you stand in the street when it goes off.
Remember, 5 minutes is all you have. Make it count.
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Most, including El Diablo, were ducking behind the kitchen’s island; his explosives man was in front of him, twisting the wires onto the battery-operated switch. Once that was done, he held the knob that, when twisted, would send current to the blasting caps in the C-4, causing the chain reaction. He looked at El Diablo awaiting the order.
From outside came a couple of AK-47 bursts. Perhaps his men had found the other crazy Americans.
