"Tim Lahaye - Left Behind Kids 09 - The Search" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

тАЬYou get some rest. IтАЩll tell everybody you said hi.тАЭ

Ryan squeezed BruceтАЩs hand. Bruce didnтАЩt respond.

Ryan tiptoed to the stairwell door without being noticed. He closed it gently and bolted down the stairs.
When he came out on the first floor, he ducked into the gift shop and bought licorice and a candy bar. He
slipped past the older woman at the desk and calmly walked out the emergency-room doors.

Outside, three women were smoking. For a moment, Ryan couldnтАЩt get his bearings. Had he come from
the right or left?

тАЬWhich way to Kirchoff Road Ryan said?

A frail woman tried to speak but coughed violently. She pointed to the right.

тАЬThanks,тАЭ Ryan said, and he was off.

It felt good to be on his bike again and heading home. Ryan wanted to tell Judd about his visit with
Bruce. He knew Judd would be ticked, but he didnтАЩt care. Ryan would just laugh and takePhoenixfor a
run in the park.

As he rode toward a hill, he heard a plane overhead. It was flying low. Too low. Ryan looked up in time
to see the underside of the fighter jet. The roar was deafening. Ryan was sure it was going to crash.

He glanced down just as his front tire hit the curb. Ryan struggled to stay up and swerved into the street.
Just as he gained control, an earth-shattering explosion behind him threw him to the pavement. His bike
skittered ahead. He saw blood on his elbow and a huge hole in his jeans.

Tires screeched. A van was sliding toward him! He stared, frozen, as it demolished his bike and stopped
within inches of his face.
 He smelled gasoline. Fire crackled behind him. Screams filled the air. More planes flew overhead.
Another explosion. Then another. The van backed up and tried to get around him, but his bike was
caught underneath. Ryan grabbed the front bumper and pulled himself up. The driver was looking back.
The man on the passenger side was short with a round face and looked like he needed a shave. Ryan
saw something move in the back of the van.

The driver turned and yelled. The other man banged on the window and screamed, тАЬGet outta the way,
kid!тАЭ

Ryan ran to check his bike. The crumpled handlebars were caught between the back wheel and the
bumper. With the explosions and noise around him, his first thought was to run. Find shelter. Get to
safety.

But something drew him to the van. He peered through the tinted window. Nothing. He cupped his hand
to block the light and was barely able to make out a kid with heavy gray tape over his mouth. Ryan
tapped on the window, and the kid turned. Blindfolded!

тАЬGet away from there!тАЭ the short man yelled as he jumped out and tried to pry the bike loose.