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A computer security breach within a US defense contractor’s firewalls leads investigators, Lee Brandt and beautiful, brilliant Jennifer Akihara, onto the cyber-turf of terrorists, where they are detected and targeted for elimination. Lee leads them on a desperate and prayer-filled flight for survival into the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. Will Jennifer’s pursuit of truth about the conspiracy, and the deepest issues of life, lead her into the clutches of terrorists, into the arms of Lee Brandt, or into the arms of the God she deems untrustworthy? 


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A computer security breach within a US defense contractor’s firewalls leads investigators, Lee Brandt and beautiful, brilliant Jennifer Akihara, onto the cyber-turf of terrorists, where they are detected and targeted for elimination. Lee leads them on a desperate and prayer-filled flight for survival into the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. Will Jennifer’s pursuit of truth about the conspiracy, and the deepest issues of life, lead her into the clutches of terrorists, into the arms of Lee Brandt, or into the arms of the God she deems untrustworthy? 

 


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6:00 a.m. Saturday, March 18

 

Never practice unwise behavior.

Lee Brandt made that vow as a teenager the same year he swore off dating. Now, here he was thirteen years later parked on a secluded road with a member of the opposite sex.

I really hate irony.

He glanced at the woman sitting in the driver’s seat. Jennifer Akihara was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. She was also the most intelligent. Most guys would die to be sitting here on this Western-Washington mountain road with Jennifer. When he glanced into the passenger-side mirror, it appeared likely that he would.

A vehicle slowed on the highway, and a blast of air left his lungs.

Jennifer’s gaze froze on the rearview mirror and she gasped.

Those lights had pursued them most of the night.

The vehicle turned towards them.

That sent his heart racing.

In an instant, their dead-end hideout turned into a trap.

Jennifer cut the engine and Lee took her hand. Despite the rising panic, awareness of their first touch etched an indelible mark in his memory. The early light of dawn revealed her wide-eyed fear mingled with something he couldn’t interpret.

He refocused on her face. He had put her in danger, so he had to keep her alive, whatever it took.

He tugged on her hand. “Slide out on my side, Jenn. Don’t leave any obvious footprints. If they think we ran up the road, it’ll buy us a few minutes. We’re going up the mountain, instead.”

Lee released her hand and leaned out the open door. By standing on the door frame, he could peer over a small rise all the way to the highway. Towering above the car, he monitored the progress of the approaching vehicle, still nearly a mile away.

“Wait ‘til I’m over the console.” Jennifer slid to her right. “I’m over it.”

“OK, let’s go.”

They leaped from the bullet-riddled sedan onto the grass beside the road and ran towards the steep mountain slope. In less than three minutes, the gunmen would reach her car. In another minute, the goons would probably find their trail. Then the race up the mountain would begin.

Lee needed every second of that time to build a buffer that would keep them out of sight and out of gunshot range.

To get his bearings, he glanced towards the southeast shoulder of the large limestone spire perched on the mountaintop. A hidden cave he found there as a kid—one of many caves—would become their hiding place.

Or our tomb.

If it became a tomb, all knowledge of the threat they had uncovered last night would be entombed with them. That was the intent of the terrorists, drug-cartel members—whoever the gunmen chasing them actually were.

Jennifer, the graduate student Dr. Martin sent to help Lee investigate the computer security breach, was incredible. She was long on brains and beauty. Slender and small, she appeared a little short on what they needed now, brawn. Should he treat her like a little sister, or like—as much as he wanted to, he didn’t have time to think about that now.

He offered his hand to her.

She took it without hesitation.

He pulled her through the roadside bushes, avoiding the thorny berry vines now visible in the dawn.

“Be careful, Lee,” Jennifer spoke softly, slightly breathless, as they ran hand-in-hand towards the mountain. “Yanking me off my feet will only slow us down.”

“Sorry.” He’d lost his focus. He adjusted his stride to match Jennifer’s. “Tell me if I’m going too fast. But run hard. We’ve got to get to the trees.”

He dismissed the fear in her eyes. After her gutsy night driving, he knew she was game. She could perform under pressure.

Dr. Martin said she had an Einstein-level IQ. Lee guessed with people like Jennifer self-reliance died hard. Was God-reliance ever born?

They broke through the last of the brush near the base of the mountain and entered the forest. Towering Douglas firs dominated all other vegetation, the trunks providing their only protection. They needed to keep a lot of tree trunks between them and the goons, at least three or four hundred yards. If even one green laser beam reached them…

He shoved the thought from his mind and tried to focus on something positive. But a horrifying video intruded, playing repeatedly. Green beams of light danced all over Jennifer’s body.

“No!” he protested.

“What is it?” she huffed.

“Nothing. It’s OK.” He squeezed her hand. “Just keep running. Don’t hold back. When you’re tired, I’ll help.”

“I’m already tired. They chased us all night.”

“It will get harder before it gets easier. Don’t give up. I know we can make it.”

She didn’t reply.

That was lame. He’d meant to encourage her.

As the sun topped the Cascades to the east, car doors slammed in rapid succession in the small valley below. He pulled her to a stop.

“How many doors did you hear?”

“Not sure…three, I think.” She squeezed the words between heavy breaths.

“Three of them,” he concluded, hoping he wouldn’t have to make a life-or-death decision based on his unverified assumption.

They broke into a run, but Jennifer struggled to maintain the pace.

Lee glanced back periodically to monitor her ebbing strength.

Over the last several yards, the slope steepened and Jennifer slowed from a jog to a walk.

He needed to start helping her.

“Wait a second, Jenn.” He pulled her to a stop again and craned his neck to look up through the trees. They hid the limestone spire. Maybe the trees would also hide them. Maybe Jennifer could make it farther before he had to pull her weight. Maybe they would make it safely—too many maybes.

He gave her as much rest as he dared, and then tugged on her hand. “Come on. We need to get to the first rock outcropping.”

They jogged up the mountainside, but Jennifer struggled on the steep slope.

He wasn’t doing much better. When he tried to speak, his sentences came in staccato bursts of words, chopped apart by gasps. “Jenn, give me…your left…hand.” He reached back with his right and they locked hands around the wrists. “Hold on tight…stay on…your feet.”

“I’ll try. But one of us…must contact the FBI…I’m slowing you down so—”

“Don’t even think that…I’ll help you…we’ll make it.” He began pulling more of her weight.

Jennifer stumbled behind him. “Are you sure this is the best—”

“There are caves up there…I played here as a kid…we can hide…they won’t find us…I’ll keep you safe.” He said the words, but did he still believe them? He glanced at the steep slope. They had about three-eighths of a mile to go. Nearly a thousand feet in elevation to climb.

They needed to run. Even rested he wasn’t in that kind of shape. He hadn’t a clue if Jennifer ever had been. Adrenaline sometimes accomplished amazing things, but with their lives on the line they could use some help from another source, a source Jennifer said she doubted. Her agnosticism was another reason he needed to keep her safe.

They hit the breakpoint where the slope steepened to a few degrees shy of a cliff.

In thirty seconds, the slope claimed his legs. In another ten seconds, it took everything else. He tried praying again, but chase scenes and bullets from the previous evening disrupted his thoughts, becoming reruns of the horror movie they were cast in a few hours earlier. The reruns ended with the green lights dancing on Jennifer’s body.

To force the images from his mind, he focused on Jennifer.

If the gunmen gained on them, fear might paralyze her as much as exhaustion.

He needed to keep her calm and confident.

Like me.

“Yeah, right,” he mumbled to himself between breaths that grew more labored, raspy, and inadequate by the second.

Below them, cracking brush told him the gunmen had reached the base of the mountain.

They had at least a three-hundred-yard lead.

Not four hundred, but it would have to do.

A jerk on his arm nearly pulled him off his feet. He looked back.

Jennifer had stopped.

He pulled on her arm to continue their climb.

She leaned forward, trying to step ahead, but her legs didn’t move.

He stopped pulling. If she fell and twisted an ankle—I can’t let that happen or we’re dead. He stepped close and gripped her upper arm with both hands to support more of her weight. “Jenn…if you…want to live…keep going.”

Jennifer moved sporadically and stopped responding.

He wasn’t doing much better. His lungs burned, as his oxygen debt threatened to bankrupt him. This wasn’t working. Would he have to carry her?

He needed to concentrate, but his mind went fuzzy. He stumbled to his right, pulling Jennifer with him.

They stood at the edge of a gap in the trees. When he looked down the narrow clearing, he became vaguely aware of the extent of the gap. Far below, he detected movement.

The belching of automatic weapons startled him. Just below them, flying dirt exploded into the air. It created two parallel lines running up the hill, converging on Jennifer.

Two green spots of light moved onto her body.

No!

He yanked her to the left.

She cried out.

They fell in a tangle of arms and legs and rolled into the cover of fir trees.

The lines of death continued up the hillside for a few yards. Then the shooting stopped.

Jennifer lay still beside him, eyes closed. But she was breathing.

He clenched his jaw and looked at her legs. He expected to see blood-soaked jeans, or worse. No blood. He thanked God.

With the force of a sledge hammer, the thought of what had nearly happened drove a spike deep into the pit of his stomach. He pulled Jennifer’s body close and held her, as if somehow that would protect her. The shots had missed them, but if he’d remained vigilant, there would have been no shots. “I’m so sorry, Jenn…my fault…won’t happen again.”

Jennifer replied only with deep, gasping breaths.

As he held her, conflicting emotions mushroomed out of control, hatred for those who’d nearly killed her, and something else—something entirely different.

Please help me keep her safe.

Would she still trust him enough to follow his lead? He held her tightly, trying to protect her body with his for…he didn’t know how long. Regardless, it was longer than they could afford.

Her brown, almond-shaped eyes opened, and Lee peered into them, trying to read anything they revealed. He saw fatigue and something else. Was it trust? He couldn’t read her well. She seemed to mask things.

“Is your arm OK?” He had jerked so hard he wondered if he’d dislocated her shoulder.

“I’ll…survive,” she whispered through a deep breath.

“We both will.” His voice didn’t sound convincing.

She leaned to one side, supporting herself with the shoulder in question.

He pulled her gently to her feet and drew her farther back into the cover of the trees. “If you see me start to do something stupid again, Jenn…just tell me.”

She didn’t reply.

He took her hand and tried pulling her up the hill.

She didn’t respond. Her head sagged forward. Her shoulders drooped. One of her knees buckled, and she almost fell.

Please, not now. It’s not that much farther.

“Hang in there, we’re almost there.” He changed direction, traveling parallel to the slope. Immediately strength returned to the muscles in his legs. Maybe this respite meant they could catch their breaths before resuming the climb.

His maneuver also disguised his intended destination, the concealed cave. If they reached the spire and slipped into the cave before their pursuers arrived, the gunmen could never find them. If…

After they moved steadily along the contours of the slope for nearly two hundred yards, Jennifer spoke for the first time in several minutes. “I’m OK now. Let’s go, Lee.”

He tried to give her an encouraging smile. “It’s not far now. One more burst of speed and those thugs are toast.”

“Me too…of a heart attack,” she panted. A faint smile appeared on her lips. Jennifer would never voluntarily give up. “But, Lee…you’d better be right about…where we’re going… or I’ll kill you.”

He squeezed her hand. “If I’m wrong…you won’t have to.”

That was brilliant, Lee. You idiot!

He led Jennifer parallel to the slope for several minutes.

Her drooping posture soon disappeared. She quickened her pace and moved to his side, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Lee, I really am OK, now.”

Stopping for a moment, he glanced through the trees. He could see rocks. Lowering his gaze, he looked into her eyes.

The vibrant, intelligent Jennifer was back. She really was OK.

Full of life again, her gaze drove away the despair threatening to drown him. Hope flowed in, replacing it.

“Then it’s time to move up to the limestone formation.”

They reached the first limestone outcropping, a hundred yards below the tall spire.

If we’re going to lose these guys, this is where it starts.

“We’ll be on rocks most of the time, now,” he whispered. “There’s a lot of moss on them. Don’t kick any of it loose. Don’t kick any rocks loose, either. They create noisy little avalanches. Avoid patches of bare dirt.”

“I get the point, Lee. Make it hard for them to track us.”

“Yeah. And we’ll change direction a few times to disguise where we’re headed. Ready?”

“So, we’ll be going more slowly, now?”

“Definitely. We used our brawn to get here.”

“What brawn?”

“How much do you think?”

“All of it.” She rolled her eyes.

He grinned. “You got that right. But it was enough.”

She sent him a warm smile.

He resisted the strong urge to hold her and reassure her. Instead, he turned to look at the spire. “OK. If the brawn’s all gone, it’s time to use our brains to shake these guys for good.”

“Let’s use yours. Mine’s too tired right now.” She smiled again, and trust filled her eyes.

It placed a heavy burden on him, but it also made his spirit soar. Completing the climb bought them precious time. His tension level ratcheted down several notches as their high-stakes game morphed from run-for-your-life to hide-and-seek. All kids knew when they hid they needed to make sure the person counting to one hundred wasn’t peeking.

Crashing noises and the clatter of rolling rocks erupted below.

From down there the goons couldn’t possibly peek.

Jennifer grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly. “That sounds close. Are we still OK? They aren’t—”

“We’re doing fine,” he whispered. “They’re not tracking us very well. In fact, it sounds like they’re moving away from us, to our right.”

Soon it would become much harder to see any tracks. Eventually their trail would disappear.

They would hide, and the goons would seek in vain.

At least that’s what he planned.

Lee hadn’t planned the events of the previous twenty-four hours. Accidentally wandering onto the turf of terrorists, evil could envelop one before one was even aware of its presence.

Though it seemed like everything happened in the last day, in reality, the roots of this deadly drama went back more than four months. From the roots, a story grew. It was a story he would never forget. But he had two questions.

How long would the story last?

And how would it end?

 


Discussion Questions


Question 1:  Lee's supervisor, Barry, is not a people person. He seems to put his own agenda first, manipulating his people rather than managing them well. It is difficult to have respect for such a boss. But showing respect for your boss’s position and authority is important for anyone who claims to be a follower of Christ. How well does Lee do in showing respect for Barry's authority? Is Lee's spirited defense of Jennifer, in the face of Barry’s threats, warranted? If not, what should Lee have done when Barry threatened Jennifer and Lee with legal action?
 
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Question 2:  The attraction level between Jennifer and Lee is through the roof. Knowing that Jennifer is a seeker, but not yet a believer, did Lee behave appropriately in his relationship with Jennifer? What did he do well in their pre-conversion relationship? If you were Lee and you met someone like Jennifer, what would you have done?
 
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Question 3:  If you were Jennifer, with all of her reasons to distrust men, would you have trusted Lee as she did? Would you have followed his lead on their flight from the terrorists? Why or why not?
 
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Question 4:  Try to imagine what it is like to contemplate God when you are a person like Jennifer, self-sufficient and having an Einstein-level IQ. What obstacles to faith in God might you have? Try to recall specific things that took Jennifer beyond the obstacles to a saving faith. Do you believe these things are limited mostly to intellectuals, or do they apply to us all?
 
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Question 5:  Think about the beliefs of the Islamic jihadists, Abdul, Ratib, and Maram. How much does a person’s beliefs about the nature of reality matter? What incorrect beliefs do the jihadists hold? How are those beliefs lived out in their lives? What do you believe about the nature of reality? Are you prepared to defend your beliefs against those who disagree with you?
 
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Question 6:  When Jennifer and Lee discussed the presence of evil versus the existence of a good God, did you find Lee's approach to leading Jennifer through this difficult subject compelling or lacking in substance? Lee’s presentation to Jennifer bumped along with each successive response from Jennifer. In real life, such conversations seldom go smoothly. What approach would you take to help someone remove this obstacle to faith?
 
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Question 7:  Jennifer developed algorithms that could efficiently reconstruct a record of an individual's activity on the Internet. Under what conditions, if any, do you think the FBI, NSA, or other government organizations should perform such investigations? How would you attempt to balance the privacy of individual people with the security of the United States and its citizens?
 
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Question 8:  At one point in the story, Jennifer asks Lee if it is ever, under any conditions, OK to lie. Lee responds with an explanation of a hierarchy of moral truths. He defends lies to evil people when the lies are the only means to save innocent lives. Do you agree with his argument? Why, or why not?
 
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Question 9:  The good/evil dichotomy of the Internet is obvious. What do you think should be done to stop its evil uses like terrorist activity, or crimes such as pornography, human trafficking, and drugs? What can you do to promote the good and beneficial uses of the Internet?
 
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Question 10:  When the customers at the diner congratulated Lee and Jennifer for their part in the war on terror, do you think their heartfelt thanks is typical of most Americans? If not, what do you think would be the attitude of the majority of Americans toward Jennifer and Lee’s actions and accomplishments? What do you think is a good and just reaction by the United States to acts of terrorism by those who seek the destruction of our nation?
 
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