The Last Days by Joel Rosenberg

Author:Joel Rosenberg [Rosenberg, Joel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian, Political fiction, Political, General, Christian fiction, Middle East, Thrillers, International relations, Fiction, Religious
ISBN: 9781414312736
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Published: 2006-08-06T23:00:00+00:00

Through the blood gushing from his forehead down across his face, he could see the old man was at least sixty, white hair, white beard. Even through the rains he could see the two pistols the man brandished, one in each hand. They were firing again and again and again as the man raced toward him. He could see the flashes. He could hear the explosions. And then he felt the fiery rounds smash into his chest and arms and face and it was all over. The battle was done. The Temple Mount Battalion had failed.

It was 11:17 p.m. in D.C., 6:17 a.m. in Israel and the territories.

All the key principals were present and accounted for. Joining from Gaza Station were Jake Ziegler, Erin McCoy, and Bennett.

"OK, let's go, what have we got?" the president began, taking a sip of fresh coffee and anxious to get moving.

"Mr. President," Kirkpatrick began, "over the last few hours, we have seen the crisis in the Middle East take a serious turn for the worse."

She walked the president through an executive summary of each suicide bombing, the fact that no Palestinian group had yet taken credit, and an overall casualty count.

"How many Americans?" the president demanded.

"At last count, we're looking at forty-one Americans dead."

MacPherson couldn't speak.

"All of them were students at Tel Aviv University, Mr. President—part of the Overseas Student Program, some for one semester, some for two."

The room was silent.

"So far, fifty-two Israelis are dead, and three Canadians," Kirkpatrick continued. "Israelis wounded at this point—let's see, it looks like two hundred and thirteen. An American family of six were also wounded at the bus station in Haifa."

It was the first Bennett had heard of the attacks. He hadn't had time to be briefed by McCoy or Ziegler, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. A gasp rippled through the NSC team, as well.

They were all professionals. They'd all seen civilian carnage before. But the images on the screens were

unreal, as were their political implications. The dynamic was changing, rap idly.

"Sir, unfortunately, that's not all. In the last few minutes, an obscure Jewish extremist group—"

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