Stung (15 page)

Judd led Lionel toward the infield, walking on the backs of seats. Several times Judd nearly lost his balance, but they finally made it to the infield and sprinted toward the guard. The man's gun was still smoking. Judd shouted. The guard turned, saw Judd, and waved his hands. “Get down!” the guard yelled.

Judd and Lionel hit the ground just as another round of gunfire erupted. People screamed as the
pop pop pop
of shots rang out near the stage.

On his knees, Judd looked for the guard. The man lay in a pool of blood. Three bullet holes had pierced his chest. Judd lifted the man's head.

The guard gasped for air. “I prayed tonight. I asked God to forgive me. Thank you for helping me see the truth.”

“Why did you shoot at that man?” Judd said. “He's one of us!”

“I know,” the guard choked. “We had orders to shoot the rabbi. I shot over Mr. Williams's head to distract the other guards. They must have figured it out and turned their guns on me.”

The guard closed his eyes. “What happens to me now? Where will I—”

“You'll see God,” Judd said. “When you wake up, you'll be in heaven.”

The guard smiled. He grabbed Judd's arm. “Get out while you can.”

Judd felt for a pulse. The guard was dead. Above them came the pounding of footsteps. The other guards were on the stage searching for Tsion Ben-Judah.

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JUDD
gently lowered the guard's head to the ground, knowing the man had died trying to protect Buck Williams and the others in the Tribulation Force. Footsteps continued to pound on the stage above them.

Lionel grabbed the guard's walkie-talkie. “Come on. We have to get out of here!”

Judd and Lionel rolled under the stage and held their breath. The radio squawked in Lionel's hand. He turned it down.

Two guards jumped from the stage and felt for a pulse on the downed guard. One barked into his radio, “He's dead, sir.”

A voice shot back, “Find the rabbi and those others. I want them dead before they get out of the stadium!”

Judd whispered to Lionel, “We've got to stop them!”

But before Judd could move, another voice blared on the guard's radio. “We've spotted them in a Mercedes a few blocks from the stadium, sir.”

“Probably headed to the Rosenzweig estate,” another voice said. “After them!”

Judd sighed. “Nothing we can do now.”

The stadium was nearly empty. A few stragglers knelt near the stage, praying. Medical personnel attended to the injured.

Judd and Lionel watched from the shadows as GC peacekeepers dragged the dead guard away. A cameraman flipped on a light, and a reporter stepped in front of it. “We are live at Teddy Kollek Stadium,” the reporter said. “Just moments ago, this Global Community peacekeeper was murdered at the conference called the Meeting of the Witnesses. Those in the audience listened to a message of love and peace, but it seems someone did not follow their leader's teaching.”

“No way one of the witnesses shot that guard,” Lionel said.

Judd gritted his teeth. “Carpathia will make Tsion look—”

“What?” Lionel said.

Judd spied a heavyset boy near the front row. “I know that kid,” he said.

When the Global Community guards were gone, Judd and Lionel crept from under the stage and approached the boy.

The boy's mouth dropped open. “Judd,” the boy said, “what are you doing here?”

“How do I know you?” Judd said.

“I'm Samuel. Nina and Dan Ben-Judah were my neighbors.” Samuel had given Judd the video of the murders of Tsion's family.

“I wondered what happened to you,” Judd said. “They took the video you gave me and—”

“We should not stay here,” Samuel interrupted. “Come with me.”

“We have to find our friend,” Lionel said.

“You can find him later,” Samuel said. “The followers of the rabbi are in danger. Come to my house.”

Judd told Samuel their things were at the university. Samuel said, “We will go there on the way. Quickly! My father must not see you.”

“Why not?” Judd said.

“He is working with the Global Community!”

Vicki ran to the others to tell them about Melinda. Phoenix ran beside her, clearly glad to be free from the tape Melinda had wrapped around his legs. When Vicki entered, Darrion held up a hand.

“Just a minute,” Vicki said, “I need to talk to you all.”

“But something terrible's happened!” Darrion said.

Vicki yelled. “Please! Melinda's gone! She taped Phoenix up and left.”

Conrad said, “How long ago?”

“I can't tell,” Vicki said. “Let's search the house and the woods.”

“I'll check the shed for the motorcycle,” Conrad said.

“Sorry, Darrion,” Vicki said, “but this is important.”

Darrion hung her head. “I thought you'd be concerned about Judd and Lionel and Mr. Stein.”

“What do you mean?”

“Shots were fired at the stadium.”

Vicki put a hand over her mouth. “The GC is shooting at the witnesses?”

Darrion shook. “I'm scared, Vick.”

“Judd and Lionel can take care of themselves,” Vicki said, hugging Darrion.

The kids found no trace of Melinda in the house. Conrad said, “At least she didn't take the last motorcycle. She has to be on foot.”

Vicki looked at her watch. “Plenty of daylight left, but we have to spread out.”

Conrad and Darrion roared off on the motorcycle toward the main road. The others split up on foot. Vicki prayed as she ran into the woods.

GC emergency vehicles stopped traffic as Judd walked with Lionel and Samuel to the university. Lionel turned up the walkie-talkie and heard peacekeepers relaying information.

“They must be checking every car,” Judd said.

“The GC are very upset about the rabbi and what he has done,” Samuel said.

Judd turned. “Why are you helping us? You're not a follower of Dr. Ben-Judah.”

“How do you know?” Samuel said.

Judd glanced at Lionel. “We can tell.”

“Nina and Dan were my friends,” Samuel said. “I feel terrible about what happened to them. I would not want to see the same thing happen to you.”

Hundreds of witnesses gathered outside the gymnasium. A commotion at the front caught Judd's attention. GC guards led a dozen people from the building.

“What's going on?” Judd asked a man nearby.

“They are arresting the local committee,” the man said.

Yitzhak Weizmann, the man who had given them shelter before the meetings began, was being led away in handcuffs. Behind him stood other committee members, including the meeting emcee.

The man next to Judd said, “They suspect the group is hiding the rabbi.”

Judd gasped. The last man out the door was Mr. Stein. Judd shouted and waved and pushed his way to the front, but a uniformed officer appeared at the door with a bullhorn. “Attention, everyone who was using this gymnasium for shelter!” The officer passed the bullhorn to another man, who repeated his statement in several different languages.

“This is a crime scene,” the man continued. “We have your belongings, and we will keep them until this situation is resolved.”

“Mr. Stein's money!” Lionel whispered. “That's the only way we're getting home.”

“Form a single line to register for your belongings,” the officer said.

People lined up, but Samuel pulled Judd and Lionel away. “Do not give them your names. Come with me.”

“We have to help Mr. Stein,” Judd said.

“I can help you get him out,” Samuel said, “but you must come with me.”

Judd and Lionel followed Samuel back into the traffic near the stadium. They got in a cab, but the driver yelled at Samuel in Hebrew, and the three got back out.

“What did he say?” Judd said.

“He cursed at us,” Samuel said. “Because of the traffic, he cannot move.”

They walked through the congested streets. “You have heard about the meeting at the Wailing Wall tomorrow?” Samuel said.

“We'll be there,” Judd said.

“Don't,” Samuel said. “The GC are planning to execute Dr. Ben-Judah.”

“Carpathia promised he wasn't going to hurt anybody,” Lionel said.

“They're going to make it look like a terrorist attack,” Samuel said.

“You know this because of your father?” Judd said. Samuel nodded.

“Why did he let you go to that meeting?” Lionel said.

“He didn't know,” Samuel said. “I came on my own.”

They passed a crowded bar, and a photo of the guard Judd had met flashed on a big-screen television inside. Beneath his photo were the years of his birth and death.

“Wish I could hear this,” Judd said.

“We're not far from my house,” Samuel said. “We can watch there.”

Lionel pulled Judd aside. “His father's working with the GC!”

“He trusted me with the videotape. He's okay. He wants to help.”

“But he doesn't have the mark.”

“Maybe we can change that,” Judd said.

Conrad and Darrion returned and met Vicki and the others near the shed to discover that still no one had seen Melinda.

“I say we head toward town,” Darrion said.

Vicki's weird friend Charlie walked up. “What are you guys going to do with her after you catch her?”

Vicki looked at the others and shrugged. “Drag her back here?”

Conrad scratched his chin. “I don't care. I just want to find her.”

“Maybe she doesn't want to rat us out,” Vicki said. “Maybe she just wants to get away.”

Shelly agreed. “Tsion's message could have been too much for her. She might just need time.”

“And she might run into the GC,” Conrad said, “which would be the end for her. Let me at least stay on the road awhile.”

Judd and Lionel crept to the back door of Samuel's house and followed him in. Emergency vehicles screamed by, sirens blaring. Samuel answered the ringing phone. “My father,” he mouthed.