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others. Mac noticed, however, that many techies and others frequently stole glances in their
direction.
"There's no delicate way to say this," Chang began. "Captain Steele told Naomi and me this
morning that Mr. Williams had told him that Dr. Ben-Judah was killed in the fighting at
Jerusalem."
Mac stiffened.
Chaim buried his face in his hands. "I hope he did not suffer terribly," the old man said.
"With Captain Steele missing now andтАФ"
"What? Him too?" Chaim said. "And I am unable to raise Cameron on the phone ..."
"I felt you both should know. I mean, I know this may all be moot by this time tomorrow."
"Perhaps even by four this afternoon," Chaim said. "The question now is what to say, what to
do."
"Nothin' we can do," Mac said. "I've got Abdullah Smith looking for Ray. Chang here thinks I
ought to go to Jerusalem."
Chaim looked up in apparent surprise.
"I do," Chang said. "From the looks of what's left of his vehicle and his phone, odds are all Mr.
Smith is going to find are Captain Steele's remains. I'm sorry to be so blunt."
"But a flight to Jerusalem now?" Chaim said. "Just to see whether CameronтАФ"
"It's what I would want if it was me," Mac said. "I know he may be dead, and either way, Jesus is
comin', but with Tsion gone, I'd just as soon get Buck outta there and back here with us."
"Even for as little as an hour," Chaim said, more a statement than a question.
"Like I say, that's what I'd want."
"And what do we tell the people?" Chaim said.
Minutes later, Mac was in Gus Zuckermandel's quarters. He filled in the young man on his plans.
"And here's the hard part, Z. I want to leave in ten minutes."
"Can you give me twenty?"
"Fifteen."
"Deal."
"What've you got, Z?" Mac said, as the forger yanked open a file drawer, riffled through several
folders, and slapped one open on his desk.
"Your new identity," Zeke said, moving to a closet, which he opened with a flourish. There were
two dozen black-on-black Global Community Unity Army uniforms, from tinted eye-shield
helmets to calf-length boots. "Find one that fits while I'm working on your documents. Don't forget
the gloves. Nobody's checking for marks of loyalty anymore anyway, but just to be safe."
"How do you do this, Z?" Mac said, approaching garments that looked his size.
"With lots of help. Sebastian's boys have killed a few of 'em, and I got me a little crew that runs
out and gathers up their stuffтАФpapers, clothes, and all."
"Weapons?"
'"Course."
When Mac emerged with the uniform a perfect fit, he found Zeke mixing some sort of a brew.
"You look good, Mac," he said. "Problem is, you got to be black."
"And you can manage that in a few minutes?"
"If you're game."
"Whatever it takes."
Mac whipped off his helmet, jacket, shirt, and gloves. Zeke used the mix to paint him dark brown
from the shoulders to the hairline. "Keep the helmet on, 'cause I haven't got time to make the hair
authentic."
"Check."
"And let's do your hands, just in case." Zeke dyed Mac's skin from midforearm to fingertips.
"This should dry in two and a half minutes. Then an instant photo, and you're on your way. Give