ZONDERVAN Mark of Evil Copyright © 2014 by Tim LaHaye This ...

Mark of Eviltrusted men in Ethan’s Remnant group—the underground networkstruggling to survive in this new order of things. Like Ethan, Louderhad once been an air force pilot, but he was several years older. He hada laid-back manner, but underneath there was a reserve of toughness,something that had come in handy during his confinement in a NorthKorean prison camp. Although Louder and Ethan didn’t focus onphysical survival—their mission was bigger than that—it was still anecessity, especially for Ethan, who was at the top of the Most Wantedlist of the Global Alliance.From his position up on the roof, Ethan could now hear the sirenswailing across the city and see smoke spiraling up from half-a-dozenfires set by vandals, rioters, or looters. This was life as usual. He knewsimilar scenes were happening in every other major city on the planet.With no sign of Louder, Ethan decided to make use of the time.He yanked up the bottom edge of his sleeveless T-shirt to wipe thesweat off his face, cracked the stiffness out of his nineteen-inch neck,and rose to his feet, shaking his muscular arms to loosen them up.Then he dropped down for fifty rapid-fire push-ups. Then fifty situps.Then leg raises, followed by an explosive volley of running inplace. He must have been shaking the roof, because someone in theapartment below began screaming out the window. Ethan understooda little Greek and knew the man downstairs was yelling for him tostop. He was shouting a few other choice things too.Ethan smiled and called back an apology. “Sygnomi!” He grabbedhis canvas rucksack, which was filled with fifty pounds of bricks,and prepared for his daily routine. For the last two years he had beenforced to live his life like an endless series of stunts on a movie lot—scampering down the sides of apartment buildings, leaping fromrooftops, and jumping out of moving cars—just to stay one step aheadof the Global Alliance agents who pursued him. That meant every daywas a training day.Strapping the heavy rucksack to his back, he sauntered over to3