I’m barely in the door when a sense of urgency slams through my brain. It’s now, God whispers. Whatever’s happening, it’s happening now. I know I’ve lost it. I know I’ve cracked, but I don’t care. I start screaming. “Everybody, up! Now! Something’s coming. I can feel it. A slam’s coming. Get on your armor and bones. Now!” Ransom pops out of the TOC, wild-eyed. “King David?” “Do it! Armor and bones!” “Yes sir!” He launches himself down the hall to the bunkroom. “Dubey, up!” he shouts. “Yafiah! King David says armor and bones!”
