Shadowed: Chapter 25: Devastated
Paul’s news [that there will be a raid in ten days] devastated the elders.
WHY? The raid is TEN DAYS away and they have two people on the inside (Felicia and Bia). Hell, anything can be accomplished in ten days when you know what’s coming. What a bunch of idiots.
Hilariously (or insultingly, however you want to take it), Greenie refers to the February 8th raid as “D-day.” I’m going with insulting, myself, since I just can’t get over that kind of self-absorbtion after your god annihiliated millions of unbelievers for the crime of not believing.
And Paul explains the reason for the long wait: Ranold’s trip to Bern. Why the trip should take ten days (when, by Jenkins’ own admission, travel times by land and by air have been halved in Atheistopia) and why Ranold cannot direct the raid from Bern, are never explained.
Felicia and Harriet Johns have a little conversation, notable because it is yet another instance of that device that Jenkins thinks is so terribly clever: RTC character lies to the face of a nonbeliever by saying very obvious “double-meaning” things:
Harriet Johns had called [Felicia] in first thing. “Seen this yet?” Harriet said, waving a printout before Felicia had even sat.
“What is it?”
“Zealot underground propaganda. If you’re thinking about getting saved, here’s how.”
Felicia looked at it and shook her head. “It’s nothing I need,” she said.
And finally, Our Ranold starts vague planning meetings with trusted NPO higher-ups, including Bia. No need for a rush on this operation after all…give it a week or two, I’m sure it’ll be great. He sees that Bia is not herself, though he chalks that up (not entirely incorrectly) to grief about her son.
Man, not that we should be blaming Ranold, really—it’s Jenkins who is moving things along at a snail’s pace—Paul and Greenie and Jack chat some more about their vague plans to get the thousand or so people out of the Columbia underground. Fortunately, they have Arthur Demetrius’s money to help them, so there’s really no reason to worry.
Oh, and Pudgy Jack isn’t the only one with a stupid and nasty plan. Greenie himself was fantasizing about a scheme to “plug the Potomac, create our own little drought.”
SERIOUSLY??? No wonder these people need a god to do their work for them.
Also, cruel much?
Man, this middle section is dragging. I’m going to try to pick up the pace myself, see if we can find a bit of interest or action.