Gabriel’s jaw was dropping with the sheer impertinence of the human who was lecturing him. “I have seen your movements. They have no objective. This unit here.” He tapped the symbol for an armored division. “Moved east three weeks ago and then moved back last week. To the same place it originally occupied.”
“Of course it did. We had to move it to clear a supply line to the division here.” Kim put his finger on the map. “And to do that, we had to put that division, the 324th Tank, somewhere where it could be supported while the line was established. And then when that was done we moved it back. I’ll say this again, Gabriel, and you can tell your master the same. We’re the experts at handling armies, don’t tell us how to do our job and we won’t tell you how to play harps and sing praises. Or perhaps your Michael would prefer to see those three and a half thousand tanks and seventeen thousand guns joining the Human Expeditionary Army. Now, I have work to do. You are dismissed.”
Gabriel nearly passed out with shock and by the time he had recovered, Kim had stomped out of the room. The archangel had nothing left to do but leave quietly.
In the next room, Kim Jong-il laughed weakly and wiped his eyes. “I did well choosing you my son. To send that angel running away with his tail between his legs, that was a sight to cheer my old age. ‘You are dismissed.’ I’ll bet he has never been told that by a human before. Now, what are we doing.”
“The angel put his finger on it father. We are just shuffling units around, moving them backwards and forwards. Using activity as a substitute for achievement. We could launch the great attack tomorrow, if we were as foolish as those idiots in Myanmar. We won’t of course. Instead, I think we should join the Human Expeditionary Army.”
“Why?”
“Two reasons. One is that if we do otherwise, we will become a meaningless footnote to history. Myanmar has shown that Hell gives the HEA a commanding position on Earth. They can strike anywhere they can open a portal and they can open portals anywhere. They are the dominant force on Earth now, whether they realize that or not. And secondly, father, so sorry but you have not got many weeks left. When you die, you will go to Hell. Your status there as the donor of our Army for the greater good will be much greater than that of the man who kept our Army out.”
“You are wise beyond your years. We will do as you say.”
HQ, Third Corps, Third Army, Fourth Army Group, Human Expeditionary Army
General Asanee put down the speaker and glanced around the headquarters unit. It had direct video-links with both the headquarters of Fourth Army Group and the HEA command itself. The former was barely used, it was almost irrelevant in this sideshow. She used it to keep General Thimayya informed on what a part of his Army Group was doing. To all intents and purposes, she had an independent command here on Earth, answerable only to General Petraeus. That was a command link she used much more often. The link was open now, and ready for her to use.
“General, Sir. It’s my great pleasure to advise you that our troops are securing Yangon. No significant resistance except for the local population taking overdue vengeance on the white-shirts. I anticipate a hold of 36 hours while we regroup and get ready to push north. Oh, one of our recon teams has rescued Aung San Suu Kyi, there was some fear that the junta may have her killed so we pre-empted it. She’s in our hands now, receiving medical treatment.”
“Very good General. Aung San Suu Kyi will make a good candidate for a new leader. Carry on with your preparations for moving north but do not launch the attack. Not yet anyway. We’ve had word from Than Shwe that they wish to discuss a ceasefire and are asking for terms.”
“What do they offer Sir?”
“Their primary demand seems to be that you don’t take Naypyidaw. Than Shwe seems to believe you want his ears. They also want a refuge in a third country, enough money to live in luxury, usual things for deposed dictators. In exchange, they’re offering full information on their relationships with Heaven and their trade with various Heavenly figures. We’re hoping what they tell us will help crack open a way into Heaven.”
“Very good Sir. I’ll instruct our units to regroup and get ready to move but await further orders before doing anything other than defend themselves.”
Interrogation Room, DIMO(N) Field Facility, Fort Bragg, North Carolina
How had they missed her? Agent-In-Charge Sith was both relieved that the leak, or at least one of them, inside the DIMO(N) facility had been found but embarrassed that so obvious a security breach had taken so long to spot. It was her clothes that should have given her away, the loose blouse buttoned up around her neck, the long skirt. A young woman these days simply did not dress that way unless she had some specific reason, like particular kinds of religious belief. That wasn’t why she had become a suspect. She’d been trapped by the oldest of all investigative techniques, information leaked to various people with subtle differences that identified the recipients. Then, when the net had started to close, everything else had dropped into place. A fundamentalist family, a preacher for a father, it had all made sense.
“Hey Kamikaze, we’ve got some help with the interrogation.” Sith lifted up his eyebrows. The nickname had come from a time long ago when he was a newly-qualified agent and the Bureau had staged a raid on a bar that had been identified as the headquarters of a multi-state drug smuggling ring. For some reason unknown even to himself, he’d tied a Japanese hachimaki around his forehead before the team had broken in. Whatever the reason, the name had stuck. “Lugasharmanaska, this is Agent-in-Charge ‘Kamizaze’ Sith. The suspect is the interrogation room.”
“Pleased to meet you Luga. I enjoy your television show. Is it true nobody can lie to a succubus?”
Luga laughed and shook her head. “That was thought up by the show publicists.”
“Oh well, I guess the powers that be think your pheremones will get us some co-operation. It’s good of you to help us out”
“I was here anyway, Agent Sith, so it was not a matter of difficulty for me. I think that is what they hope yes. If not, perhaps the presence of a daemon from hell will scare her? I understand she was very religious?”
“She wore this.” Sith held out a crucifix and was interested to note that Luga didn’t shy away from it or cover her eyes. Another legend busted. “After The Message, to keep wearing that, yes I’d say she was religious. That’s why she sold us out.”
Inside the room, Kathryn Branch was terrified of what might happen. Her father should have been at Waco years before but had been delayed on his trip to the community and hadn’t been there when the FBI had assaulted the building. Ever since that day, she’d been brought up to fear and hate the Federal agencies her father had held responsible for all the deaths. Then, The Message had come and she and her family had laid down and waited to die as ordered. Only, the Archangel Michael himself had come down and picked her up, explaining that she had been chosen for a very special mission, to watch over the humans who were Left Behind. He had explained to her that she had become part of a very special group of humans chosen for this role, ones who were exempt from the ruling of universal damnation. And so she had become one of the group, reporting back what she had found out. Then she had been drafted and assigned to DIMO(N) and her services had become of even greater value.
She looked up and saw to men from the FBI and a third figure, a tall woman with a dead white skin and small red horns pushing through her hair. Branch recognized her immediately, the succubus that had a new career as a television star. The grim words ran through her mind ‘you can’t lie to a succubus.’ She found herself realizing that Luga was actually quite attractive, then understood that its evil was already corrupting her.