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understand, didn’t get all complicated. It just told me God loved me, Jesus died for me, and Jesus is comin’ again. All them Scriptures sounded true to me, ‘bout being a sinner, being separated from God, and Jesus being the way back to Him.
    “Before I knew it, that was the only thing I wanted. I didn’t know how I’d live, what I’d eat, nothing. But I knew I wanted Jesus. Next time I saw Shaniqua, I just about attacked her, didn’t I, honey? I told her she had to tell me how to get Jesus in my life. She told me it was simple. All I had to do was pray and mean it. Tell God I was sorry for the mess I’d made of my life and take Jesus as my Savior. It ain’t been easy, but know what? I’m ready for when Jesus comes. ”
    The believers wanted to be together by eight this morning, and they had settled on a parking lot of a former shopping center. Enoch had warned that a daylight assembly of that size would surely bring out the GC, and they would be looking for marks of loyalty.
    “Let ‘em be checking us when Jesus appears, ” someone said, and the rest applauded.
    As Enoch quickly showered and dressed, he found himself less worried about interference. The destruction of New Babylon in the space of one hour had so thrown into chaos the international economy that it seemed nothing else mattered to nonbelievers. Suicides were at an all-time high, and he sensed an anti-Carpathian spirit among the formerly loyal.
    Social and community services already devastated by the population loss of the last few years were now virtually nonexistent. And rumor had it that even local GC enforcement personnel would be hamstrung without fuel or money for more. Salaries had been frozen for two years as it was, and now it seemed clear to the populace that there would be zero pay for government employees until further notice.
    The private sector—what was left of it—was in disarray as well. Carpathia’s tentacles had reached so far into every avenue of life and commerce that the virtual bankruptcy of the international government was certain to cripple everyone within days. Enoch had read of great depressions and bank failures throughout history, but no one had seen anything as far-reaching as this. Muggings, robberies, break-ins—all the unsavory acts that had been the purview of the underworld—now had become part and parcel of everyday life for all.
    It was every man for himself now, and any vestige of politeness or manners or even lawfulness would soon be history. Enoch prayed Jesus would return right on schedule.
    It was nearing 1600 hours, four o’clock in the afternoon, in Jerusalem. Mac felt slimy in his GC Unity Army uniform and had to fight the temptation to shout his true identity and open fire without worrying about who was watching. He could take out a few dozen more Carpathian troops, but what was the use? They’d be gone soon enough as it was.
    The resistance, except behind the walls in the Temple Mount, had been virtually obliterated. Unity forces congratulated each other as they combed through rebel casualties, gathering the spoils. Mac pretended to do the same in a desperate last-ditch effort to find Buck, though he ignored the eyes of people who thought they were his compatriots. Nothing would give him greater satisfaction than seeing Buck standing tall on the Temple Mount when the end came.
    Mac was near the half-crumbled wall just west of Herod’s Gate when a phone hit the ground next to him and he heard someone curse above him. The phone looked familiar, but as he reached for it he heard, “Don’t waste your time! Nothing left of it!”
    Mac looked up to a young Unity soldier bending over a fallen rebel. “Nice boots, though, and my size. He left one of them in the wall here. ” The soldier untied the other boot and was wrenching it off the body when it pulled free and slipped from his hands, dropping toward Mac. He snatched it from the air and recognized it as Buck’s.
    “Hey, toss that up here,