Silenced: Chapter 28: Compelled
Hey guys, sorry for the delay in posting lately. Life has been crazy busy, but is slowly returning to normal.
And it’s time to get Styr Magnor—I hope everyone is ready for this nail-biting mission of stinky clothes!
The worst part [of the mission] was…Paul was in league with the sworn enemy of his soul.
That’s the worst part of the mission–the people he’s working with. Not the fact that he is going up against a mass murdering madman and might never see his kids (Paul pauses, trying to remember their names). Nope, it’s the other members of the team, who are also putting their lives on the line. And Ball Dangler is presumably included, since he has made it his mission in life to see Magnor hang (wow, what a horrible guy that Dangler fellow is!).
Nope, the sworn enemy of Paul’s soul isn’t the terrorist responsible for the deaths of hundreds of civilians and the destruction of irreplaceable monuments. Nope, the sworn enemy of his soul are the atheists who want to capture said terrorist.
Paul is our hero. So easy to forget.
…ridding the world of Magnor was the right thing to do.
Gee, Paul, thanks for the concession.
As he’s pondering on working for these horrible atheists who want to capture a mass murderer (I mean, the mass murderer in this book who isn’t named God), Paul gets a skull call from Lothair (ChappellShow’s second-in-command):
“…I believe [God] gave me something for you. I don’t get it, don’t know why, but Chapp agreed it was worth sharing with you if you had time to hear it.”
“How long is it?”
“Just two verses.”
I actually don’t blame Paul for being impatient right now. He is kinda on the NPO’s dime and on his way to the sting and all.
The verses are 1 Kings 18:36-37. Weirdly, when Lothair “reads” them, he leaves out the first few words about evening sacrifices. Maybe Jenkins didn’t want his readers to think about the pretty big sacrifice that is about to happen. Or maybe he doesn’t want us to remember how common blood sacrifices used to be for the followers of the One True God.
These verses actually seem fairly dull to me, but Paul is all but brought to his knees by how “powerful” they are, and asks Lothair and everyone to pray for Jae.
Paul needn’t worry, because back in the hotel room…
…Jae found herself prostrate on the couch, compelled to pray for Paul.
It is so strange that again and again in these books (not to mention the Left Behind series), people are “compelled” to pray so often. I thought the loving God didn’t want us to be robots, forced and programmed to do his bidding. But this isn’t Jae’s free will talking—she even feels “conflicted” over whether to pray at all.
But prayer God wants, and prayer he will get. Even if he has to compel it.
And she’s “prostrate on the couch,” too. That’s like SUPER prayer. (Again, a not-uncommon occurrence in the Left Behind series—the Trib Forcers mush their faces into the carpet while praying.
(Insert dirty joke here.)
“God, protect him. Be with him. Bring him back to me.” Tears welled and sobs racked her throat. Jae couldn’t stem the tide. “God, please!” she wailed. “Please!”
“Please, God, bring back my emotionally abusive husband! He carried the luggage one time last month! How could I ever get along without him???”
You know it’s Real True Praying when you cry. And when God compels you to do it.
Honestly, the sting itself is pretty boring, too, but here are the highlights:
The place was already wall-to-wall people, mostly drunk men and a few women who had seen better days.
That’s always nice. Good to see Paul’s Christian love and charity progressing apace.
…Paul forced himself not to cough, despite the thick blue cloud that permeated every inch of breathable air. Pipes, cigarettes, and cigars contributed…
Color me surprised that polluting smoking products still exist in Atheistopia, where every vehicle is environmentally friendly and cancer has been all but eradicated. Shouldn’t there be some healthy and sweet-smelling alternative?
And where’s my synthehol?
Styr Magnor/Steffan Wren finally arrives, and because we must know immediately, he’s five feet, ten inches tall, 225 pounds.
I’ve noticed that Jenkins generally has very tall and lean heroes, while villains are usually shorter and more solid. Doesn’t help Jenkins’ cause that I tend to like guys with some meat on their bones.
Paul nearly panicked…
Wow, you can really tell this guy used to be Special Forces.
But he manages to pull himself together, and when Magnor sits down at the designated table, Paul knocks over a glass, and one of the actual trained SWAT members throws a flashbang…
…and Paul rams the guy head-on, for reasons best known to himself, since the SWAT dudes and dudettes have the place totally surrounded and covered.
Then they shoot Magnor dead. A lot.
Back in the hotel room, Jae has fallen asleep after her exhausting compelled prayer session. She awakens to the news report of the death of Magnor, and of course knows it was Paul. Interesting note: since Magnor claimed credit for the “your firstborn sons will all die” threat, and neither Paul nor anyone else in the underground has corrected anyone, Ball Dangler now claims that the threat is no more, because THAT MAKES SENSE.
God is awful. So is Paul. So is the rest of the Christian Underground.
Paul, if course, decides that he needs to speak to Jae face-to-face, and ignores her message (on “his answering device“) in favor of being congratulated first by Ball Dangler (who invites him back to Bern) and then by Ranold (who seems to now be convinced that Paul is a good ole trustworthy atheist after all).
“Hug and kiss the kids for me, will you, Dad?” [said Paul]
“Oh, sure.” [said Ranold]
I love how Jenkins tries to make Paul look like the Concerned Caregiver here, and Ranold like the Cold Jerk, when it’s Ranold and his family who have volunteered to spend time with these kids over the past days, and Paul who has spent the last eight years barely interacting with these children.
Meanwhile, Jae is getting pissed. Neither Paul nor straight are answering their skull phones.
They are out of their heads, HAR.
Next time, Paul and Jae have an actual conversation!
Perhaps the most supernatural event to occur in this book.