Into the Storm by Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins Page B

in camp, he knew the GC slogans and chants by they explained their mission.
    “You are part of an elite group of young people,” a GC official told them.
    “You have been chosen to be the eyes and ears of the Global Community and our leader, Nicolae Carpathia.”
    Yeah, right, Lionel thought.
    On Friday evening, Vicki called a meeting to pray for Judd and give an update. They had heard nothing from Judd since his arrest.
    “I’m taking the Underground to school Monday morning,” Vicki said.
    “I want to thank you all for your help and ask you to pray for me.”
    Chaya said she wouldn’t be able to drive Vicki, so Mark offered.
    “Where are you going?” Vicki asked Chaya.
    “My father has allowed me one hour Monday morning to go through some of my mother’s things,” she said.
    The kids prayed for her, then Lionel. Ryan asked about Darrion. She was still with Donny Moore and his wife. The discussion turned to Ryan’s safety.
    “The GC may not care about you,” Vicki said.
    “With Judd, Taylor, and Mrs. Stanley in custody, they might leave you alone. But I’m not taking any chances. “
    “I haven’t gone outside the whole week,” Ryan said.
    “I know,” Vicki said, “but I want you to promise me in front of everybody. You won’t go outside, right?”
    “I promise,” Ryan said.
    Monday morning Mark helped Vicki load a duffel bag full of copies of the Underground into his car.
    “I hear security is as tight as ever,” Mark said.
    “How are you going to get it inside?”
    Vicki held up a key.

    “Shelly gave me this yesterday morning,” she said.
    “I had a copy made and got it back before they knew it was missing.”
    “What’s it for?” Mark said.
    “The gymnasium,” Vicki said.
    “I’m putting the Underground in the gym lockers.”
    Vicki thanked Mark and lugged the duffel bag to the gymnasium entrance. The key fit perfectly. She locked the door and walked across the basketball courts. Her footsteps echoed in the building. She put the bag down and looked down both halls. Empty.
    She started with the boys’ locker room. She placed several copies of the paper in each locker,then closed the door.
    Where she found a lock, she stuffed the pages through the vents in front. She hoped the first-period class would take one,then leave the rest for others.
    She was nearly finished when she sensed someone watching her. She turned. No one was in the room.
    She saw a movement in the coach’s office. She picked up the bag and headed for the door. She opened it and found Mrs. Jenness staring at her.
    “Byrne,” she said.
    “I saw someone walk through the gym on the monitors.”
    The cameras! Vicki thought.
    Vicki backed up. Mrs. Jenness grabbed the duffel bag and pulled out a copy of the Underground. She looked startled.
    “You!” she said.
    “It was you.”
    Mrs. Jenness rifled through the lockers, stuffing the papers back in the bag. She marched Vicki to the office and ordered a Global Community guard to collect the papers from the rest of the lockers.
    “You’re staying right here,” Mrs. Jenness said as she sat Vicki in her office.
    “This time I have evidence, and I’m not letting you out of my sight!”
    For a whole week the Global Community tried to uncover more information from Judd, but he kept silent. Finally they led him to a holding cell for transport. Judd hadn’t received treatment for his injuries, but he felt better. Now he was anxious to see where they were taking him. He was definitely going to a re-education camp, but he had no idea how severe the treatment would be. The camps ranged from a minimum Level 1 camp to a maximum Level 5.

    The door opened, and three other prisoners were led in. Judd gasped when he realized one of them was Taylor Graham. The man looked sick. He was bruised about the face, and he walked with a limp.
    “Taylor, it’s me, Judd.”
    The pilot’s left eye was swollen shut, so he turned his head to see Judd. He smiled.
    “So they finally found