NRA: Unnecessary secrets

Nicolae: The Rise of Antichrist: pp. 4-7

For the past year and a half, Rayford Steele and Buck Williams have been working for the Antichrist.

Unbeknownst to their diabolical boss, the two men are double agents. Their carefully guarded secret is that, while outwardly seeming to be nothing more than capable assistants to Nicolae Carpathia, they’re also members of the Tribulation Force — the underground resistance cell pledged to oppose him. So the whole time Rayford and Buck have been working for the Antichrist, they’ve covertly been disapproving of everything he’s done.

It is risky, working in such close proximity to the Antichrist — particularly since he possesses supernatural powers of mind control. But it’s a risk our brave heroes are willing to take because the Tribulation Force needs them right there, at Nicolae’s side, disapproving of him there in the very heart of darkness.

Our heroes also have another secret. It, too, is one they have kept now for more than 18 months. That secret is that Rayford Steele and Buck Williams know each other — that, again unbeknownst to the Antichrist, Buck is in fact Rayford’s son-in-law.

It can’t have been easy keeping this secret for so long, but keeping the truth about their friendship and kinship hidden from Nicolae was vitally important, because …

Um … well, because … uh …

I need help with this one. Anybody have any theories or explanations for this? We’re about to read of the elaborate lengths to which Buck Williams must go to guard this secret, but why he’s keeping it a secret I just can’t figure out.

Sure, at this point, after a year and a half of hiding the truth and pretending not to know one another, I suppose they’re stuck with it. If Nicolae suddenly learned, now, that our heroes have been deliberately preventing him from learning that Buck is married to Rayford’s daughter, then the Antichrist would have reason to become very suspicious of them. So after all this time they have to play along with the awkward trap they’ve set for themselves. It’s like that Seinfeld episode where Jerry was dating Aretha or Celeste or Mulva or whatever her name was.

But why did they start keeping such a thing secret in the first place? Where would the harm have been in Nicolae’s knowing that his pilot and the editor of his newsweekly were friends?

Concocting additional, unnecessary secrets is a bad idea for double agents because once those otherwise harmless secrets are revealed, it will invite closer scrutiny more likely to reveal the necessary secrets that must be kept.

But this unnecessary secret isn’t just pointless, it’s also unbelievable. Consider, first of all, that Hattie Durham has been working this whole time as Nicolae’s personal assistant and best friend with benefits. And Hattie knows all about the friendship between Buck and Rayford, and almost certainly knows about Buck’s marriage to Chloe. She was there, having dinner with both of them the night that Buck and Chloe met. She credits herself with getting the two of them together as a couple and takes great pride and delight in tracing the progress of their relationship.

Given that, if you think about it, it was kind of mean of them not to allow her to celebrate with them. I get that her past pseudo-relationship with Rayford would have made her presence at the wedding awkward, but they could at least have sent her a card and a photo. She’d have gotten real joy out of that and it wouldn’t have cost them anything.

The Tribbles have all talked a great deal in these books about their desire to “witness” to Hattie and to help her convert and “get saved,” yet at every turn they’ve also clearly signaled to her that they don’t like having her around. That’s a lousy way to treat someone and thus also a lousy approach to evangelism. (Here is where the footnote that became the previous post would have gone.)

And remember all that business with the anonymous flowers and the hijinks with Rayford’s airline training? Hattie’s elbow-deep in their private business. She has to know that Buck and Chloe got married. And if she knows, then Nicolae knows too.

Even if Buck and Chloe didn’t invite her to celebrate their happiness, she’d be celebrating it anyway, on her own. “Nicky, dear,” she’d say, excitedly, “Guess what?” Or else maybe she’d be hurt or resentful over being snubbed from the celebration and her preternaturally sensitive boyfriend would ask her what was the matter. Either way, Hattie knows their secret and therefore Nicolae also knows.

So this unnecessary secret seems as impossible as it is illogical. It serves no purpose other than to introduce danger and risk to the work of the Tribulation Force.

And that’s my best guess as to why our heroes are struggling to keep such an unnecessary secret. It’s Jerry Jenkins’ only option for introducing danger and risk to the work of the Tribulation Force. For all the book-jacket marketing, there aren’t many thrills in these thrillers. The Tribbles are not, in fact, ever seen to be doing anything at all like “standing and fighting the enemies of God.”

As double agents, Rayford and Buck have successfully infiltrated Nicolae’s inner circle, but once inside they don’t do anything. They don’t try to interfere with his plans. They’re collecting intelligence, I suppose, but for what? They don’t have any plans to put this intelligence to any use. Plus they haven’t really learned anything they couldn’t have learned from staying home and studying the charts and check lists in Pastor Billings’ old office.

What would happen if their secrets were revealed, if they were exposed as double agents? No amount of torture by the Antichrist’s most fearsome interrogators could force them to divulge their secret agenda because they don’t have any agenda beyond watching closely while harboring a secret disapproval.

There’s no drama to be had from such an agenda, no suspense or thrills or danger. So Jenkins spices up his tale by layering on an unnecessary secret and then describing our heroes’ efforts to protect it.

That’s what’s going on here, as the armed soldiers of the Antichrist approach the Tribbles’ rental car.

Buck Williams … had no idea how Global Community forces had tracked down Rayford, but one thing was certain: it would not be good for Buck to be discovered with Carpathia’s pilot.

“Ray,” he said quickly, “I’ve got one set of phony IDs in the name of Herb Katz. Tell ’em I’m a pilot friend of yours or something.”

I like to think that this is Buck’s real name, and that “Cameron Williams” is just the professional name he adopted because his agent convinced him it would have “wider appeal” on a theater marquee.

“OK,” Rayford said, “but my guess is they’ll be deferential to me. Obviously, Nicolae is merely trying to reconnect with me.”

World War III has just arrived and Rayford guesses that soldiers will be in a “deferential” mood. My great uncle was stationed at Pearl Harbor when World War II arrived there. “Deferential” was not a word my great aunt used to describe his mood that day.

As it turns out, though, Rayford is right. In the world of these novels, nearly everyone is deferential to him because he’s the world-famous celebrity pilot of a world-famous celebrity airplane.

And if you think about that for a moment, that’s the perfect way out of this trap of the unnecessary secret. It provides a simple explanation for why Buck would be “discovered with Carpathia’s pilot.” He can just say he’s interviewing Rayford for a profile in Global Community Weekly.

They’d need to work out a cover story for the timing of Buck and Chloe’s wedding, but it would still seem more plausible than trying to pass Buck off as “Herb Katz,” a pilot who just happens to be a dead ringer for world-famous celebrity journalist Buck Williams.

The two uniforms now stood behind the Lincoln, one speaking into a walkie-talkie, the other on a cell phone. …

Buck … switched his phony papers with his real ones. Chloe looked terrified. Buck put his arm around her and drew her close.

So if the soldiers should look in the direction of the car, they’ll see Rayford’s pilot friend “Herb Katz” snuggling with his daughter in the back seat.

Walkie-Talkie approached the driver’s-side window. Rayford lowered it. “You are Rayford Steele, are you not?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” Rayford said.

Rayford had expected the soldiers to be deferential to him, and they are. They are polite, respectful and measured, despite the chaos around them. But he acts like a jerk.

This is, depending on your perspective, either evidence that Rayford is a jerk, or else that he is a really cool guy and the manliest man’s man ever. Buck goes with the second one.

“This car, with this license number, was rented at O’Hare by someone claiming to be Rayford Steele. If that’s not you, you’re in deep trouble.”

“Wouldn’t you agree,” Rayford said, “that regardless who I am, we’re all in deep trouble?”

Buck was amused at Rayford’s feistiness, in light of the situation.

“The situation” is the advent of World War III. Despite the outbreak of war and thus probably of some kind of martial law, Rayford opts to treat these armed soldiers as — to use his own phrase from a few pages ago — “nobodies-trying-to-be-somebodies.” Very amusing.

This condescending scorn seems to be Rayford’s usual way of interacting with “uniforms.” He and Buck — and the authors — seem to think that he is free to behave this way because he’s “feisty,” and not mainly because he’s a wealthy white guy.

The soldier asks to see some ID, and:

Rayford appeared as agitated as Buck had ever seen him.

This is what happens when you remove the Hands of Calming from his shoulders and thigh.

“Sir, you must understand the position I’m in. I have Global Community potentate Carpathia himself patched through to a secure cell phone here. I don’t even know where he’s calling from. If I put someone on the phone and tell the potentate it’s Rayford Steele, it had blamed better be Rayford Steele.”

In the first book in this series, written in 1995, cell phones were all but nonexistent. In this, the third book, written in 1997, they begin to appear as uncommon, fancy devices wielded by elites.

I’m not criticizing Jerry Jenkins here. We’ve tracked his strange obsession with telephony for more than 900 pages now, and that’s still kind of hilarious, but I do have genuine sympathy for his plight in beginning a series of a dozen “near-future” novels in 1995. Jenkins probably should have known more about cell phones than he did when he started writing that first book, but basically he wrote one book every year from 1995 through 2007 — a period in which commonplace technology changed dramatically. In 1995, Google was nonexistent. In 2007, it was indispensable.

That would have been a challenge even for a skilled writer who cared about what he was doing. Jenkins had to figure out how to adapt to these changes as the series and technology both progressed. His approach seems to have been just to incorporate the new technology into the story as though it had always been a part of the world of these books. As this passage shows, that doesn’t always work seamlessly, but I’m willing to cut him some slack on this point. No matter how long it takes him to finish A Song of Ice and Fire, this isn’t a problem that George R.R. Martin will ever have to face.

Rayford leaves the car for the first phone call of Book 3, and:

Walkie-Talkie … leaned in and spoke to Buck. “Sir, in the even that we transport Captain Steele to a rendezvous point, would you be able to handle the disposition of this vehicle?”

Do all uniformed people talk this way? Buck wondered. “Sure.”

Amanda leaned over. “I’m Mrs. Steele,” she said. “Wherever Mr. Steele is going, I’m going.”

“That will be up to the potentate,” the guard said, “and providing there’s room the chopper.”

If it turns out there isn’t room on the chopper, she can always sit in Rayford’s lap. He likes that.

If you are actually wondering how everyone will fit on the helicopter, who carries the bags, and what the first leg of the Steeles’ multi-vehicle, multi-stop flight plan is like, in detail, then you should read pages 6 and 7 of this book. I would try to summarize them here, but I’m afraid I couldn’t do them justice.

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  • Jessica_R

    I have to admit it makes me laugh that apparently my default setting is “they’re actually working for the resistance!” But I plead that these are dashed off, and more so I’m not trying to push a 12 book series I view as important as the Sermon on the Mount. Still, I think I’ll try to flesh out characters who aren’t necessarily part of the resistance network even if they come into contact with them.

    I guess it’s my reaction to how awful this series is. I love globetrotting adventures, I love networks of heroic resistance fighters, I love having apocalyptic stakes, and Things Not Being What They Seem. I even love the quiet moments of humanity and life you get in the best examples of these kinds of stories. And Left Behind fails at every single damn one of them. It’s like being handed a slice of your favorite kind of cake and finding it covered with ants.

  • Caffinatedlemur

    I like that you elevate them. LaHey and Jenkins clearly don’t care about these people and those are the ones I’d want in my secret network: the unloved & invisible. Holmes had the Baker Street Irregulars, Vetinari has his rats, and Hattie and Loretta have their network of completely forgettanle average Joes.

  • Tricksterson

    Don’t foget Varys and his “littlr birds”.

  • http://pulse.yahoo.com/_RHLJILNCJRFGBX3RXSRO3QDSZY Steven

    I see it more like having a monkey eat your favourite cake, then when that cake has passed through the system of the monkey it throws the resulting feces in your face.

  • Raj1point618

    trying to pass Buck off as “Herb Katz,” a pilot who just happens to be a dead ringer for world-famous celebrity journalist Buck Williams.

    Well, if CamSquared had the foresight to carry fake ID, then surely we can assume that he also had the foresight to carry a set of those fake glasses with attached Groucho Marx nose and moustache.

  • Raj1point618

    And “Herb Katz”? Couldn’t he have come up with something like “Benjamin Dover” or something? (Don’t mind me; I’m just goung through my second childhood this week.)

  • Lunch Meat

    Isn’t there another character who knew she would go to hell if she took the mark, but wanted to be able to buy and sell so that she could feed her whole family and they wouldn’t have to take it? Hmm…I feel like somewhere in the Bible it says that laying down your life for another is a good thing, but I could be wrong.

  • Raj1point618

    Isn’t there another character who knew she would go to hell if she took the mark, but wanted to be able to buy and sell so that she could feed her whole family and they wouldn’t have to take it?

    Yes, there is. I believe Rayford Aluminum encounters her outside the building in which Krystal is working. She is praying and praising LB-God even though she knows she is beyond hope. To her and to Krystal, Rayford gives a little “Well, you had your chance” speech.

  • http://redwoodr.tumblr.com Redwood Rhiadra

    “How do you know the chosen ones? No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for his brother. Not for millions, not for glory, not for fame… for one person, in the dark, where no one will ever know… or see.”

    (OK, not *all* of that is from the Bible…)

  • Newbiedoobiedoo

    You’re right, there was a third woman in that book. She thought about getting the Mark so she could do business with the A.C.’s economy and buy food, but she changed her mind just in time. Then her whole family called her a bad mother because if she really loved them, she’d sell her soul to the devil for them. She didn’t knuckle under, but I don’t recall if they apologized to her.

  • c2t2

    Are there any MEN in the series who damn their souls to feed their families? Any men who do good works but God will not save?

    I’ve never read the books, but I can answer my own question: No, that would be monstrous! God wouldn’t do that to Good Christian Men.

    For all the noise RTCs make about men-as-providers-and-protectors, they never seem to act on it.

  • Newbiedoobiedoo

    Um, do all of the Trib Force guys who get paychecks from Carpathia after knowing who he is count? 

    Bruce Barnes wasn’t a character easy to like, lilke with the hole-in-the-ground, but he did do a Billy Graham tour around the world saying, “Look at the evildoer!” That’s why he got whacked. Aside from Chloe isn’t he one of the only characters who never took a dime from the bad guys?

  • Albanaeon

    I am rather stunned by the amount of privilege that L&J display here.  That they can’t imagine that their avatars, in the midst of WWinfinity and the supposed persecution of RTC on an unimaginable level, being in danger of police brutality is rather stunning.  That sort of thing just doesn’t happen to *them*. 

    Also, I am not sure that Rayford would actually enjoy Amanda sitting in his lap.  He might pretend, but I think he’ll be thinking of someone else…

  • Newbiedoobiedoo

    Sorry for your loss, ReverendRef.

  • Raj1point618

    “Ray,” he said quickly, “I’ve got one set of phony IDs in the name of Art Vandelay. Tell ‘em I’m a friend of yours or something.”

    “What if they ask you what you do?”

    “I’ll say I’m an importer.”

    “What, just imports? No Exports?”

    “ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! I’M AN IMPORTER-EXPORTER!”

  • Mau de Katt

    It is risky, working in such close proximity to the Antichrist — particularly since he possesses supernatural powers of mind control. But it’s a risk our brave heroes are willing to take because the Tribulation Force needs them right there, at Nicolae’s side, disapproving of him there in the very heart of darkness.

    Hey, full-time disapproving is Hard Work!

  • Mau de Katt

     Dang it, is that link not going anywhere?  >:/   I don’t seem to have much luck with Disqus tonight….

  • http://apocalypsereview.wordpress.com/ Invisible Neutrino

    I was able to see it. I LOLed. :)

  • http://twitter.com/mcclure111 mcc

    The bit about the mark fascinates me because the first thing that comes to mind is Marlowe’s “Faustus”, which has a running bit– actually, this might be its central thesis– where even though Dr. Faustus has *literally* sold his soul to the devil, drafted a contract and everything, a repeatedly appearing old man continues to insist to Faustus up until the last second that it doesn’t matter what he did, all he has to do to escape Mephistopheles’ clutches and attain heaven is at any time recant and ask God for forgiveness. Faustus’s tragedy is not that he gave up his soul in exchange for power, but that he despaired and made himself blind to his own possibility of salvation. This is a very different kind of Christianity than the one that appears in the passage aunursa quotes above*.

    The interesting thing is that you can Marlowe-ify the Armageddon passage by just changing the verb tenses in Rayford’s last two statements there from past to present tense. “God loves you”. “He wants to save you”. Except no, it’s past tense. Ray suggests not that she should ask forgiveness now, but that she should have asked forgiveness *before* she sinned. This turns the scene into a fairly direct inversion of the Marlowe bit with the old man– the old man in Faustus is as I remember commonly interpreted to be an angel, and the LB text suggests the woman prayed and Rayford is the “angel” who God sent in response. So in Marlowe as Dr. Faustus is in his darkest hour God sends an angel to offer him the promise of repentance, and in LB this lady is in her darkest hour and God sends an angel to berate her for not having repented when there was still time.

    * Although both Marlowe’s Christianity and the LB Christianity seem to have a thing about turning Jews and Catholics into villains…

  • http://thatbeerguy.blogspot.com Chris Doggett

    So as a story-teller, these books just baffle me. This scene very obviously fails the MarySue test (pudgy airplane pilot comes out ahead in an exchange with two armed guards) but it also makes no literary sense except as Shilling the MarySue.

    Consider from the storytelling perspective. If you’ve been reading ahead in your Cartoonish Villainy Handbook, you’ll realize that the Dark Lord’s power has been challenged, and now it’s Time To Make An Example!!!1!!  You, as the author know this, but how to set up the appropriate fear and uncertainty in your readers?  Re-write time!

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Traffic was slow, but moving, and Rayford could start to feel some of his tension ease off when the roar of a helicopter, flying too low over the freeway, filled his ears. Everyone else in the car tensed up as well, and when the bullhorn squawked out “You, in the white Lincon, pull over to the right shoulder immediately everyone reached out and grabbed Ray… even Buck.

    The Global Community was obviously making it’s counter-attack against the insurgents. A bit of scripture floated unbidden into Rayford’s mind: it was given unto him to make war with the saints…

    The helicopter hovered almost directly over the car until it started to nudge its way over to the shoulder, then it quickly landed on a nearby overpass. Two uniformed soldiers immediately jumped out, shifting angry-looking assault rifles from their backs to their hands and awkwardly scrambling down the embankment.

    “Dad? What’s going on?”

    Cameron actually answered first. “The car rental records at the airport. The car was rented with a credit card. It’s easy to trace, but you’d have to be in a big hurry and put a lot of energy to get it done this fast…”

    Amanda looked nervously at Ray.

    “I may have said some things about the Faith to some other pilots at work.” Ray said. Chloe sucked air through gritted teeth, but said nothing. Amanda nodded gently, her eyes full of love. “If they’re looking for me, none of you say anything. Don’t tell them who you are. Give a fake name. Buck, you can be, um… Herb Katz. And Chloe, you’re – ”

    Mrs. Herb Katz.” Buck said. Ray was a bit jarred, but it was true: she was married, and it was no longer Ray’s duty to keep her safe.

    “Just keep quiet and let me do all the talking,” Ray said as the soldiers approached the car, guns in hand. Ray rolled down the window, and tried to put on his best smile. “How can I help you… sirs?”

    “Are you Rayford Steele?” One of the soldiers asked tersely.

    “Depends on who’s asking.” Rayford was stalling, trying to figure out why they were here, what they wanted. Almost as soon as he said it, he winced inside. They were wearing GC uniforms; it was obvious “who’s asking”.

    The second soldier made an exaggerated show of releasing the safety, clearing the chamber, shouldering his weapon, and aiming it at Rayford before the first soldier spoke.

    “Rayford Steele rented this car from O’Hare airport less than 48 hours ago. If you are not Rayford Steele, then I hope for your sake and for the sake of your passengers that you can tell me exactly where I can find Mr. Steele.”

    Rayford swallowed and looked scared. In all honesty, he was scared, but he was also still stalling. They were looking for Rayford Steele, they were in a hurry, and they were ready to kill him if he wasn’t Rayford Steele, which probably meant they weren’t going to kill him if he was. Rayford nodded, croaked out “I am”, and produced his driver’s license and GC authorization card. The soldier glanced at them, and spoke into a walkee-talkee.

    “This is Sierra One, I’ve located Tweety Bird, clear the board for that one and send word to Hot Potato. We’ll rendezvous at The Hanger.” The soldier waved off his companion, and turned back to the car. “Mr. Steele, I need you to come with me immediately; Mr. Carpathia needs your services as a pilot.”

    Amanda spoke up before Ray could act. “I’m his wife, I’m coming with him!”

    The solider looked pained for a moment before speaking. “OK, ma’am, ” but he turned to the backseat, “but family only, I’m afraid. There’s… limited space on the chopper.”

    After covering raids and crack-downs in the West Bank for a summer, Buck knew what ‘family only’ meant with that kind of an uncomfortable expression. It meant something very bad was coming down from on high, something secret, and that a lot of people could get hurt or die, and only a few could be saved. He looked at Ray and Amanda scrambling up the slope to the helicopter, and wondered how much time was left. The guard said something about taking the car, and Buck nodded, barely listening at all. He had to get to the office, had to get people scrambling, some to cover the story to come, and the rest to get to safety…

  • Mau de Katt

     Holee cow, Chris Dogget — if only the rest of Left Behind was written that same way!!  And as you just proved, it wouldn’t even take much re-writing of the actual plot.

    ::Standing Ovation::

  • http://apocalypsereview.wordpress.com/ Invisible Neutrino

    That’s what’s so frustrating about these books sometimes. If anyone had bothered to sit down and think about what it might be like from the perspective of someone without a fully-loasded 747 in his pants, they could come up with some really freaky-ass post-Rapture fiction, and L&J could have done it with the proper care and thought.

    Maybe it’s a good thing they didn’t – these books do enough damage in their current form (as evidenced by OMGOBAMAANTICHRIST type people….)

  • Rockione23

    To be fair who hasnt been accused of being the antichrist? The only one i cant remember being Antichrist material is Clinton.
    Reagan, Bush 1, Bush 2.0, Putin all were accused of being Antichrists and there is no way it was the same people exact people saying those things. Everyone acts like calling the Prez the Antichrist is some thing new, cause Obama’s a liberal, or has a Muslim last name or is black or whatever BS reason. I’ve heard a lot less ‘Obama is Antichrist’ compared to some of the more ‘famous’ candidates:
    Off the top of my head those 4 plus Gorbachev, David Cameron, Prince Charles, Prince William, Saddam Hussain, Bin Laden, Castro, Chairman Mao, have or had way bigger ‘Youre the Antichrist’ fanbases and stories than Obama

  • Iain

    Did anyone else notice the fact that the men in the uniform didn’t bother to ask Amanda – the person in the front on the car (or even Chloe) to drive the car, but Buck, because he has a penis and is therefore the best qualified to take over driving?

  • http://profiles.google.com/vlowe7294 Vaughn Lowe

    Chloe – The Rise of Antichrist

    It was the first time they had seen her since the change.  Her clothing was different, obviously, to more suit the leader of the planet, but her face, her stride, it was… purposeful.  As if she was never in doubt of where she was going and what she was doing.

    She folded her arms and looked at them in the car.  “Captain Steele, are you being an ass towards the rest of my staff again?”

    He looked up at her, his eyes broken and haunted.  “There was a time… when you called me Dad.”

    “I have a new father now,” she smirked.  “However for the time, I still need a pilot.  So I’ve decided not to fire you this time.  But remember this.  Everyone with a Global Community military uniform outranks you and you -will- comply without arguing.  Or you will find yourself ferrying parts and supplies in a single prop plane in Alaska.  Clear?”

    “Chloe…” spoke a voice from the back seat.  “Is it true?”

    “Is what true, dearest Cameron?” though she knew exactly what he was talking about.

    “Are you bearing our child?  The Anti-”  His voice choked on the word.  “Antichrist’s child?”

    “Yes indeed, my glorified sperm donor.  My legacy will live on.  I’ll think I’ll name him… “Kenneth Bruce.  What do you think?”

    “You dare profane that name,” Buck growled.  Chloe’s eyes flashed once and turned to the guard.

    “Private, be a dear and shoot yourself in the head.”

    There was a click and an explosion of red mist.  Then silence.

    “Think on that the next time you consider getting in my way.  I’ve an entire planet of devotees who will die for me.”

    “Our God is greater,” Rayford managed to spit out.

    “We’ll see.”

  • Dragoness Eclectic

    In 2011, a global dictatorship could mount cameras in various public
    places, on police cars, etc, run all the feeds through a face
    recognition algorithm, and use this to create an imperfect but passable
    system for tracking the general whereabouts and associations of most
    people on earth;

    It’s a really great TV series, too. I watch it every week. Shall we compare Mr. Finch and Mr. Reese with the “heroes” of LB?

  • Someguy

    Story I heard from someone who heard it from someone who was there.

    US Air Force Base circa 1960.  Colonel testing the Security Police at night drives up in his car, the guard asks “who is there, please exit the vehicle”  Colonel wants to test his men some more and refuses to say anything or get out of the car.   The Security Patrolmen points his rifle at the car and shouts “You better get out of that car and tell me who you are,  Or I’m gonna be walking over there TO SEE WHO YOU WERE”  
    The Colonel gets out of the car quickly.

    Now in the story the guys with guns  are working for the world wide gestapo and the city they are in just got nuked, the only way Rayford doesn’t get killed is because his guardian angel protects him, I guess at least half of what they say is true, God protects fools.

  • Rachel Mcg

    Did anyone else notice the fact that the men in the uniform didn’t bother to ask Amanda – the person in the front on the car (or even Chloe) to drive the car, but Buck, because he has a penis and is therefore the best qualified to take over driving?

    I did, in fact, and wondered if anyone else did, too. Why else would the soldier have “peered into the back seat” to find another driver?

  • http://twitter.com/ChristinaArche9 Christina Archer

    Tim and Jerry have made the whole Trinity into absolute monsters.  God as central-vac, whisking all the RTCs away, and basically abandoning the whole world into hell in a hand basket!  I wonder if, throughout the entire series, they will ever recognize that they give Lucifer, The Thing, The Enemy whatever you want to call the Devil;  more power and fun than the Trinity. Gawd.