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RED SOX: Believe!
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by Phair
Kendall sat across from Commander Esau awkwardly sipping a bottle of frigid ice tea. The cold and wet was more than a welcome relief to her depleted system. She was forced to use her left hand because her right arm was fastened down by her side and shackled to a ring bolt in the floor. It was surprisingly easy, she found, to ignore the indignity in favor of the small comforts Esau's hut provided.
"You're enjoying that, aren't you?" Esau questioned.
Kendall nodded before finding her voice, "Yes. It's very good. Thank you."
"While my command center here is still a bit," he paused and gave a deceptively gentle smile, "rustic, I do grant myself some minor earthly indulgences."
Kendall could not stop her sideways glance to the young man caged at the far end of the room. He was staring straight ahead as his legs rhythmically pumped the peddles of what seemed to be a stationary bicycle. The wheel turned several pulleys which led out of the cage to a large metal box. Numerous cables led out of the box to several motorized appliances in the room.
"Ah, you are very inquisitive, my dear. You seem to have noticed my solution to the energy crisis." Esau gave a broad smile, "Of course, once the world is returned to the true heirs of Isaac then there will be no energy crisis. Only the faithful will enjoy God's bounty while Jacobian heretics and pagans will toil for our good."
"Forced labor? Slaves, you mean," Kendall set her bottle on the table. "It's gonna take a lot more man power than you got out there to take over the world, Commander."
Esau winked at her again. It was a dirty little wink that betrayed a filthy mind.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. You said something about God’s Vengeance. Is that how you plan to enslave the world?" Kendall questioned in a mocking tone of voice.
"I can see you are skeptical. How very wise of you? If the patriarch Isaac had been as discerning then that wicked Rebecca would never have been able to trick him. The doppelganger would never have been able to steal Esau's birth right." The Commander took a thoughtful breath, "You've asked a fair question. I think a small demonstration is in order to settle the matter."
Esau rose from his chair. He crossed the room to a large foot locker near the shaded window. Within moments of rummaging through the contents, he produced a small folded gray cloth.
"Looks like cotton doesn't it?" He asked as he held the loose material by the corner.
Kendall shrugged unsure how to reply.
Esau bunched up three quarters of the cloth into a ball and left a little dangling tail. He placed the item on the foot locker. Stand back a bit, he used a lighter to ignite the tail and then darted back two more steps. The tail flared and then the small ball of cloth exploded like a fire cracker. It left a wide scorch mark around the top of the foot locker.
"Oh my God," Kendall whispered a prayer.
Esau nodded agreement, "Yes, God has given us a powerful explosive which can be shaped into cotton like cloth. It is undetectable to screening machines, police dogs, and the human eye. The size of the blast is two hundred times the weight of the cloth. So, a suitcase packed with fifty pounds of the cloth will produce an explosive force of…,"
"… a ten thousand pound bomb." Kendall swallowed hard.
"It's probably enough to destroy a twenty story building and damage about twenty city blocks." The Commander chuckled like a school boy, "Kendall, try to imagine one of those suitcases in the lobby of every hotel in New York City exploding on New Year's Eve at 11:59:59 pm."
"Armageddon."
"It will mark the end of the old kingdom of the false patriarch Jacob and the rise of Esau's rightful heirs; Soldiers of Heaven."
"It will begin the end of the world," Kendall corrected quietly.
