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"We'll never make it up there," Greg said. "Not through this kind of a crowd."

A TV reporter had been standing beside the right front fender of the car, trying
to get one of the white robed people to say something for the camera, but they
ignored her. Frustrated, she turned around, looking for a better interview
prospect. With a what-the-hell sort of shrug, Dr. Richards said, "I think I can
get us a free ride. Hang on." He opened the door and stepped out beside the
reporter. "Excuse me," he said. "I'm Dr. Richards from the university physics
department. You wouldn't happen to have a helicopter, would you?"

She didn't, it turned out, but when word circulated among the other reporters
that a physics professor wanted a ride to the top, one of the stations that did
have one volunteered to ferry him up there. Within an hour Dr. Richards, Greg,
two cameramen, and two reporters -- one of them the woman they'd met first --
were hanging on for dear life as the helicopter pilot hovered over a level spot
on one of the hill's upper flanks, trying to clear a spot to land. Flying dirt
from the rotor-wash finally accomplished the job, and he set down long enough
for everyone to climb out. Greg grabbed the backpack full of equipment they had
brought from the university. The two cameramen walked backward in front of the
reporters and Dr. Richards, clearing a path by refusing to acknowledge that
anyone might be in their way, and in that fashion they made it to the top of the
hill..

Two men and a woman, all three dressed impeccably in powder blue tailored suits
and wearing enough gold jewelry to set off an airport security alarm, waited for
them a few yards from the bush, which crackled and spit sparks fifteen feet into
the sky. They each carried a bible open to the early pages; they'd evidently
been reading aloud or giving a fire-and-brimstone sermon on Old Testament law
until the helicopter disturbed them. Whichever, they had obviously set
themselves up as figures of authority, either trying to cash in for themselves
or else holding down the fort until Falwell or Robertson or one of the big
players showed up. Brian was there, too, but he was three or four rows back
among the common rabble. Evidently his stock had dropped when the preachers
showed up.

Greg snickered when he saw them. "The father, the son, and the holy ghost?" he
whispered to Dr. Richards.

The physics professor laughed. That seemed to be the signal the triumvirate was
waiting for; the woman stepped forward and said, "Who are you?" They could hear
her clearly even though there must have been thousands of people on the hilltop.
Everyone was listening to hear the inevitable confrontation.
Dr. Richards said, "We came to see if we could figure out what was causing
this."

"The Lord is causing it," one of the men replied, putting as much thunder in his
voice as he could manage.

Dr. Richards grinned. "In that case, we'll find out how He's doing it. Greg, the