Prepare-for-War

CHAPTER3

A YearO(Wrestling

With an exhausted sigh, Rebecca opened the door to her home, kicked it shut behind her and collapsed onto the couch. Chico, her Siamese cat, immediately jumped up beside her and starting purring. "What's there to purr about, old buddy?" she muttered, stroking his silky fur, "It's after 10 o'clock at night and I haven't even had supper yet." Chico meowed in agreement. "Oh, well, sitting here isn't going to make things any better," Rebecca said with a yawn as she got up from the couch. She turned on a lamp and reached to turn on her stereo system. "No!., The command from the Holy Spirit flashed into her mind. Her hand stopped on the switch. "No?" she asked. "What do you mean, Lord?" "Don't turn on the stereo," was the prompt reply, then silence. "Now what?" Rebecca murmured. "Don't they ever give up? How long will all this continue?" She turned on anoth er light and cautiously pulled out the stereo system, peering at the wires on the back of the amplifier. There it was, a small fire bomb that looked like a half-stick of dynamite, wired into i her stereo. If she had turned it on she would have been 'history. Gingerly she pulled the plug out of the wall and g~ntly disconnected the wires. Fortunately Elaine had taught her well. Elaine used to make such bombs while

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