(Wrath-09)-Spiders From The Shadows (2013) Read Online Free PDF

it beautiful.”
    Ellie looked off, her face scrunching up as she thought. “I could decorate it to make it look like Miller, a cute dog the PCASS had provena28 with floppy ears. I saw a picture of a cake decorated like that in a magazine. The doggy was so cute. He was brown and had chocolate kisses for his eyes and licorice strings for whiskers. It was so neat, Daddy.”
    “Beautiful, Ellie. You make it look like Miller. Grandma will help you, but I’m going to tell her that it needs to be your cake.”
    Ellie broke into a smile.
    “There’s something else I need you to do for me.”
    Ellie nodded urgently.
    “I won’t be here to take care of Mommy. And I think you’re right—she is a little worried. So I need you to help take care of her, OK? Keep her smiling. Keep her spirits up. Make sure she says her prayers at night. Make sure she thanks God for all the blessings we’ve been given. I know we’ve got some problems, Ellie, but Heavenly Father loves us. He loves you more than you could ever know. You remind Mommy of that, OK? You tell her every day. Every day, you go up to Mom, pull her down to you, put your arms around her neck, and look into her eyes. When she is looking at you, Ellie, then I want you to say these words: ‘God loves us. Daddy loves us. We’re going to be OK.’
    He looked at Ellie and waited until she nodded.
    “If you do that for me, it will help both me and Mommy. If you do that, then every day I’ll know that, no matter where I am, someone gave Mommy a hug and reminded her that we love her and that everything will be OK.”
    “I’ll do it, Daddy. I’ll never forget.”
    He put his hand out. “Pinky swear.”
    She interlocked their little fingers. “Pinky swear.”
    They pressed their thumbs together, making a snapping sound. “I’ve got your promise now,” Bono said, stattp://www.w3.o

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    Offutt Air Force Base, Headquarters, U.S. Strategic Command, Eight Miles South of Omaha, Nebraska
    Brucius, the former Secretary of Defense, sat before the electronic console. The command post was almost quiet. Designed to allow a group of thirty or forty technicians and military officers to monitor the strategic situation in a time of national crisis, primarily during a time of nuclear war, most of the tactical screens around him were blank, the work desks empty. A huge computer/television monitor was mounted on the front wall with six smaller screens beside it. The largest screen showed a picture of the aircraft in the sky along the eastern half of the United States. The number of aircraft was amazingly low—frighteningly low—fewer than forty or fifty in all, and all of them military. On a normal dayhat are you thinkingllShe really didn’t know. before the EMP attack, there would have been five thousand or six thousand aircraft in the sky. There was no better indication of the death of the nation than the utter lack of civilian airliners in flight. Brucius watched a trail of European Airbuses flying across the ocean from England, guessing, but not certain, that they were laden with relief supplies. Where they were coming from, where they were heading, what they were carrying, he didn’t know. Raven Rock was calling the shots entirely and had been for several days now, choosing not to advise or even pretend to take the counsel of the war planners and military officers at Offutt. Which was fine with Brucius. Let the men in Raven Rock ignore them. Maybe they’d forget about him, too.
    Practically the entire world thought he was dead. Fewer than a dozen military officers knew that he was here. It was a very tight secret, kept completely on a highly compartmentalized, need-to-know basis, for it was critical that they protect him until they were ready to act.
    Ignoring the large monitor on the wall, Brucius concentrated on the computer screen at the desk where he was sitting. He was waiting for a message and he shot a quick look toward the digital time on the lower corner of the computer