The Salvation War: Pantheocide. Part Forty One Up

[Surlethe]

You do realize that a demon from Hell isn't likely to feel much compunction about committing perjury if it's convenient, right?

It ought to be pointed out that dishonesty and disregard for law aren't fundamental tenets of demonic nature; they're byproducts of the sociopolitical environment of Hell.

[Buritot]

You do realize that a demon from Hell isn't likely to feel much compunction about committing perjury if it's convenient, right?

It ought to be pointed out that dishonesty and disregard for law aren't fundamental tenets of demonic nature; they're byproducts of the sociopolitical environment of Hell.

If she did indeed commit perjury and this comes out, there would be serious repercussions and disadvantages for her. If she is as smart as we take her for, she wouldn't commit such an act out of consideration for that.
This doesn't mean it's unthinkable for her, though.

Anyway, sky volcanoes and the following bowls. Any fresh ideas?

[Simon_Jester]

You do realize that a demon from Hell isn't likely to feel much compunction about committing perjury if it's convenient, right?

It ought to be pointed out that dishonesty and disregard for law aren't fundamental tenets of demonic nature; they're byproducts of the sociopolitical environment of Hell.

True. And Luga's been outside that environment for what, 1% of her lifespan to date? 0.1%? 0.01%? Add a few more zeroes? Even on the assumption (which I agree with) that demons aren't intrinsically predisposed toward any kind of evil or treachery, getting them to snap out of the mindset that all their prewar experience put them in isn't going to be easy.

I'm also not sure that civilization versus barbarism is much of a theme here, if at all. Heaven is as civilized as Earth, after all, just not as politically modern.

Modernity vs. mediaevalism, perhaps? I think science vs. superstition is still a valid theme too. Certainly Stuart likes to show that actions do have consequences, which seems to be a thread through his work.

Not sure I agree; Heaven in this is set up as a de facto feudal state. Likewise, most stories are about actions having consequences; that's not unusual (though the ability to accurately project consequences can be). And to me, "modernity versus medievalism" is a variation on "civilization versus barbarism." The kind of civilization that we now live in is made possible by the triumph of modernism over medievalism.

Science beats superstition when people start accepting that you can't win an argument with a mace; peaceful transfers of power and reliable contracts come from the same idea. Another big step in the process is when people become results-oriented enough to measure their own results; that has big implications in the field of social organization too. Science and what I'd like to call "high civilization" reinforce each other; science and medievalist societies tend to cancel each other out. Look at how places like Zimbabwe are in dangerous scientific denial about important issues. I don't think that's a coincidence.

And yeah, that doesn't mean that everybody allied on the human side is going to be a champion of high civilization as opposed to middle civilization*, or that one won't find low civilizations on the other side. But I think that the "Science. It works, bitches" theme of this work can and should be generalized to "Civilization. It works, bitches." Look at how much trouble Michael has prosecuting the war because he has to deal with a leader who's got his head stuck firmly in those choking clouds of narcissism and doesn't pay enough attention to efficiency or results. It's entirely possible that he'll lose the war mainly because of that factor.

*The kind you get when some of the useful institutions of high civilization are applied, but not all
**The kind where the culture definitely has cities and laws, and they are useful institutions, but where they don't go very far and where they're never maintained by the people in power beyond the point where they become inconvenient.

[Surlethe]

True. And Luga's been outside that environment for what, 1% of her lifespan to date? 0.1%? 0.01%? Add a few more zeroes? Even on the assumption (which I agree with) that demons aren't intrinsically predisposed toward any kind of evil or treachery, getting them to snap out of the mindset that all their prewar experience put them in isn't going to be easy.

Yeah, I wasn't contradicting any claim you actually made. Just the way you phrased it suggested the proposition my post was designed to refute.

[Stuart]

Eastern District Federal Court, Raleigh, North Carolina

Judge Candlass looked across the court, making up his mind. "This is a hard case and breaks new ground. The society we face today is unimaginable two years ago. Creatures we once thought were mythical have proved to be all to real and they have powers that our laws do not even begin to cover. Until new laws are written, and writing law is not the role of the Judiciary, we must do the best we can by applying existing law to these new circumstances.

"Working on that principle, it is this Court's ruling that the statement from Miss Branch was obtained in violation of her rights under the Fourth Amendment. This states that 'the right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.' She was rendered insecure in her own person by the invasion of her mind and it was this invasion that led to her confession. In addition her rights under the Fifth Amendment were also violated. This states that 'no person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in time of war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.' Miss Branch was clearly compelled to be a witness against herself. For these reasons, this evidentiary hearing finds in favor of the Defense. The statements made by Miss Branch are inadmissible and may not be presented at her trial."

The judge paused for a second and took a breath. "This court takes no pleasure in making such a ruling. On a personal note, the idea that Miss Branch should seek the protection of the society she has so comprehensively betrayed is abhorrent. This brings us to a very important point. Recently, there has been much talk of judges needing to have 'empathy' or 'understanding the situation of the accused'. This case shows us very clearly the deadly danger of that delusion. Miss Branch, if this court had empathy for you or understanding for your position, you would be taken from this court and hanged by the neck until you are dead, dead dead. But it is not the role of the law to have empathy for those who appear before it. It is the role of the law to be cold, stoic and isolate. It is the duty of the law to treat every person who appears before it with dispassionate objectivity be they poor and humble or the highest of the high. For that reason, and that reason alone, the court has found in your favor on this matter.

"District Attorney, do the People have adequate evidence to continue this case without the inadmissible statement?"

"We believe we do Your Honor. We have the original honey trap information that specifically links the defendant with the leaks of data from the DIMO(N) field facility. Obviously, our interrogation of the defendant will continue."

"Without the presence of Miss Sharmanaska of course. Miss Sharmanaska, it is the opinion of this court that you acted in good faith, cooperating with the law enforcement authorities at their request as is the duty of a law-abiding citizen. No blame can be attached to you although I will rule that any interrogation in the presence of a succubus will be presumed to have infringed the suspect's Fourth and Fifth Amendment rights. As for you gentlemen from the FBI." The judge wagged his finger in the time-honored gesture. "Shame on you sirs. You conceived this attempted end-run around the Constitution and deceived this poor innocent succubus into becoming part of your schemes. The one redeeming feature is your forthrightness with this court, your clear explanation of what was done and the refusal of yourselves and Miss Sharmanaska to conceal your actions. This matter will be referred to your superiors and they can decide on whether further disciplinary action is required. This evidentiary hearing is adjourned."

Eight hours later, Judge Candlass woke up in the middle of the night and mentally reviewed his statement. It occurred to him that one thing he has said was indisputably right. Succubae were dangerous, especially in a poorly-ventilated courtroom.

Montmartre Club, Eternal City, Heaven

"Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky."

The chorus echoed around the club. The bandleaders had orchestrated the music to take advantage of the unprecedented assembly while the singers had harmonized perfectly. Michael absent-mindedly tapped his foot in time with the music. The song was about Elvis Presley, a subject that was one of some regret to Michael-Lan. He'd really wanted to rescue Elvis and bring him to the club here, but he'd failed. He couldn’t quite understand it, he'd never had any trouble before in intercepting a dead human and whisking them away before they turned up on the Plateau of Minos.

Around the club room, Michael's most trusted followers were also listening to the bands, the music surrounding them and concentrating their minds. Yah-yah might be "The All-Knowing", thought Michael but he didn’t know squat about how the Chorus actually worked. He still held to the old belief that the constant chanting was necessary to generate energy and stopping the chorus for any reason would have disastrous results. Michael knew differently, there was nothing magical about the chanting, it just acted as a framework that would allow the Angels to get their minds into perfect harmony. And that magnified their powers greatly. Any music would do, any music at all.

Michael-Lan closed his eyes, and let his mind wander, seeking the signal that would mark the exact spot where Uriel was dying in the hills of eastern California. Briefly, he measured the possibility of leaving him there unrescued and taking a quick holiday in his beloved Las Vegas instead. The idea seemed so attractive, yet it was quite impossible. He'd had a direct order to rescue Uriel and simply ignoring it was premature. One day, the time would be right to tell Yah-yah what to do with his orders, just the way the humans had, but that time wasn't now. Anyway, staying on Earth was hazardous these days, especially anywhere in North America.

There it was, weak and flickering, but it was there. Uriel's mind. Michael-Lan seized on it, amplifying the contact and refining it to give an exact position. This had to be a quick, in-and-out job. If he stayed on Earth for more than a few minutes, the aircraft and missiles would be on to him. They had come so very close to killing Uriel, they could do the same for him. He and Uriel were the same, the first rank of the Chayot Ha Kodesh, the Archangels that represented the peak of the Angelic Host. In fact, Michael was more than half-convinced that Uriel possessed powers that exceeded his own and that was another reason why Uriel would have to go. The same conviction was why Michael wanted the humans to kill Uriel for him; he was by no means certain that he would win a direct confrontation with Uriel.

"We have him, Noble One." Another group of Angels, Erelim and Hashmallim, triumphantly shouted out the news. There glee was two-fold, partly at being of service to their hero Michael-Lan who had brought life and pleasure back to Heaven. The other was relief that once the location process was over, the session could be brought to a close and the club get back to its normal life.

"We too!" Another group claimed their location.

"And us!"

Michael-Lan concentrated harder, drawing on the power of the Angels unified by the music. The spot of light that located Uriel contracted, shrinking until it became a single, almost dimensionless spot. For a brief moment, Michael hoped that it would continue shrinking until it vanished altogether for that would show that Uriel was dead, beyond saving. But no such luck, the spot remained, weak and indistinct but still there. "Wish me luck, this is going to be interesting."

Hills South of San Felipe, Southern California, USA

It was over, Uriel knew now it was just a matter of time, the humans had trapped him and they intended to kill him. A dozen or so yards away, a rock exploded as another human shell plowed into it. The humans who had been chasing him were close enough for him to see their vehicles, to see the cloud of smoke from them as they fired at him. Already, they had come close, adding to his injuries. Uriel could feel his body beginning to give up. Angels, like their fallen siblings in Hell, had an uncanny ability to regenerate and recover from their wounds but damage could mount up faster than they could repair it. When that happened, the system would collapse and the Angel would die. Just as hundreds of thousands of the fallen ones had died under human artillery fire.

Overhead, the small, brightly colored aircraft were circling his position. They'd seen him, they'd called for the humans to close in on him. At first, he'd tried to bring his peace to them but he was too injured, to weakened to summon the necessary power. A few birds had dropped dead, especially the ones circling over him with hungry looks on their faces, but the humans hadn't been affected. That left only his power to trumpet. It had been so long since he had done that he wasn't quite sure whether he remembered how but his options had shrunk to almost nothing. In fact, they were less than that for Uriel knew that even if his trumpeting was effective, there were too many humans. All he could do was die bravely. That was the only real option left and Uriel wasn't even sure he could do that.

Another shell exploded near to him, this one sending up a cloud of dense white smoke. Overhead, one of the small aircraft had peeled away from the rest and was diving on him. White streaks shot out from under its wings and slammed into the ground all around him, sending more of the dense white smoke clouds upwards into the clear blue sky. Rockets, Uriel guessed what the humans were doing. They would see no point in closing in on him and risking their lives in a close-range fight. They would call in their aircraft to drop bombs and fire missiles instead. His fear had been right, he wouldn't get a chance to die bravely.

To the southeast, Uriel saw four streams of black smoke. Adjusting his vision to long range, they became four aircraft, strangely shaped ones whose wings went up, their tails went down and they seemed bent in the middle. And they were trailing the black smoke as they closed fast on him. Uriel summoned his strength and tried to trumpet. He managed a weak blast of sound but that was all and the oncoming aircraft hardly seemed to notice the trumpet call. He could see them change course slightly, refining the direction that would take them straight to him.

Then, everything seemed to go dark around him and strong arms were wrapped around his waist. "Come on, old friend, let's get you out of this mess." Michael-Lan braced himself and tried to take in the situation, carefully holding Uriel so that the critically-wounded archangel would screen him from any bullets. He didn’t need much to tell him that the four approaching aircraft were the most serious threat he faced. Michael-Lan stared at them, concentrated all the power he could into his lungs and emitted the most powerful trumpet blast he could manage.

1,500 meters west of Uriel, Southern California, USA

"Look at the Rhino's go, Pop. . . . . . Err, Sir." Bobby-Lynne Gordon kicked herself again and then pointed at the four Phantoms as they swept down into the attack. They could actually see Uriel now, surrounded by the white smoke of the white phosphorus shells and rockets. As her father had put it, the zoomies would almost certainly kill Uriel but the 443rd could make his eyes water with willie-pete first.

Off to their right, Sergeant Vincent Mitrakis had the best view of the end-game. He was using a high-powered optical scope attached to his Barrett Model 99 rifle to try and get a killing shot in before the fighter pilots claimed all the glory. Even with the Raufoss multi-purpose incendiaries the army had issued, he doubted that he could get a clean one-shot kill in but, it was worth trying and the great figure sprawled on the ground was already sorely injured. If he fired enough shots, he might just make it. Then he cursed, the white smoke from the marker rounds was fouling his line of sight. Something was roiling the smoke, spreading it. He swept his rifle across the target area and saw a black ellipse forming. Then, a huge figure, easily as large as Uriel but glowing so purely white as to make the clouds of white phosphorus smoke seem gray and dirty in comparison, stepped out and reached down to pull Uriel to his feet. Mitrakis moved the aim of his scope up to the new arrival's head and, as he did so, he gasped. The face on the angel was incredibly, stunningly beautiful. As handsome as the familiar Baldricks were ugly. Before he could recover from the shock, the new arrival looked at the four approaching Phantoms and opened his mouth.

Bobby-Lynne Gordon heard the note, unearthly pure in its beauty, echoing across the ravines. Even here, far away from its main focus, it had a power and impact that briefly stilled the 443rd's efforts to finish of Uriel. She could see that its effects on the chosen target were much more dramatic. One of the four Phantoms fell apart in mid-air, its wings torn from its body, its tail crumpled with the impact. A second, the one beside it was thrown out of control and it dived into the ground before its pilot could react. The two outer aircraft were also thrown out of control but to a lesser extent and their pilots managed to save their aircraft. That didn’t change the fact that the attack had been broken up and the great white angel had bought a few seconds of time.

Mitrakis took advantage of the opportunity and squeezed off his first round. He'd aimed for the head but the trumpet blast and the swirling air around the site foxed him and he saw the bullet slam into the great white angel's shoulder. Through his scope, he saw the silver blood scattering in the air and a trace of smoke rise from the wound. Then, he was frantically working the bolt, trying to get another shot in. A round from a 106mm crashed into the ground a little short of his target just as he fired and that left his second shot going wild. Another frantic working of the bolt and a third shot slammed into the white angel, this time dead center on his chest. By this time, his target had shifted Uriel to provide cover from this new direction. Then, with a cheerful wave to the humans, Michael-Lan stepped through the portal and it slammed shut behind him.

"I don’t believe it, he got away!" Artemis Gordon stared at the blank area of scrub in frustration. "We had him cornered and he got away."

His daughter looked over the hills to where the funeral pyres of the two F-4s stained the sky black. "He'll be back. We'll get another chance at him. Boy, he was hot though."

HQ, Third Corps, Third Army, Fourth Army Group, Human Expeditionary Army

"General? General Petraeus is on line twelve for you." General Asanee took her eyes off the map and picked up the videophone receiver. "Sir, Asanee-actual here."

"How are you doing down there General?"

"We're ready to go Sir. Fuelled up, bombed up, everything in place. We can head north as soon as we get the order."

"That won’t be necessary. Than Shwe has surrendered, he's been spilling his guts to us for the last six hours. What we've got is interesting to put it mildly. The Myanmar regime had been supplying large quantities of heroin, methamphetamines, marihuana and ecstasy to a representative of Heaven. And when I say large quantities, I mean tons of the stuff. So much so, the recipient uses an electrically-powered trolly to take it all back."

"Very interesting. I see no reason why we can't continue supplying that filth to them can you. Opium wars and all that. Who was the representative, anybody we know?"

"Very much so. Michael-Lan-Yahweh. Just about the top angel in Heaven."

"Michael-Lan is running drugs into Heaven?" General Asanee's voice was incredulous and to her embarrassment it went up into a squeak. She breathed for a second and carefully remembered her elocution lessons. When she resumed, it was back to her usual contralto. "Is he shipping them to customers here?"

"Not as far as we can make out. As far as some initial inquiries have determined, the stuff is going into Heaven and staying there."

"So Michael-Lan is running dope. Well, now that is interesting. You do realize we execute people for that."

Petraeus laughed. "He won’t fit in front of a firing squad."

"He doesn’t have to, we've changed to lethal injection." The General sounded sad for a second. "I spoke against that, there's no dignity in laying on a table being poisoned."

"General, you're missing the point. Michael-Lan picks the stuff up from the Myanmar Junta and takes it back through a portal to Heaven. We've been unable to crack Heaven open for over a year no. This offers us another possible way to get one. If he can be persuaded to pick up another consignment, we can monitor the portal and try to find out how to drive one of our own through."

"Another Sir?"

"Yes, bad news is Uriel got away from us. Michael-Lan-Yahweh again, he did a combat pick-up and got Uriel out. But, we have some recordings of that portal as well. If we can get a second batch of readings, we might be able to move."

"Another pick-up." General Asanee broke into a smile. "We could always send him something he didn’t expect with his cargo. Like a tracer or . . . . . ."

"Something that makes a very big bang? Ahead of you General. We're getting one sent over."

[Darth Wong]

Excellent! Very nice to see things roll about exactly the way I thought they should, with regards to the trial. Although I have to say that my response to losing Uriel would have involved ... much more colourful language than what was used by A. Gordon here

[Serafina]

Bravo, Stuart - you did an excellent job with that "moral judge"-stuff!

[Baughn]

"Something that makes a very big bang"?

Gee, I wonder what that could be.

[Simon_Jester]

A giant explosion is all very well, but if you can only deliver it once, it's not so likely to be decisive. Have we gotten to the point of being able to build a technological beacon that serves a purpose comparable to that of a sensitive yet? That would be better.

[dragon]

While the idea of sending a bomb with the package a tracer is better as they might get more info, assuming it can transmit back. But I bet that incendiary round to the chest hurt like hell.

[Eulogy]

Both Paul and Karla got away.

Not that it matters.

Yah-Yah will kill Urinal for us, and it very well looks like Karla is about to be Hoist By His Own Petard.

A giant explosion is all very well, but if you can only deliver it once, it's not so likely to be decisive. Have we gotten to the point of being able to build a technological beacon that serves a purpose comparable to that of a sensitive yet? That would be better.

Actually, remember that bit about nukes being able to make portals bigger? If one goes off at the right time, then it's curtains for Heaven.

[JN1]

Nice work. I wonder what has happened to Elvis?

[EarthScorpion]

Nice work. I wonder what has happened to Elvis?

Elvis ain't dead, baby!

Well, either that, or he got kidnapped by the Greek Gods or something. Those guys are exactly the sort of deities that would do something like that.

[Pelranius]

Interesting. I'm surprised that heavier artillery wasn't used, but that's only me.

I wonder if Michael can gets news from Earth, such as the junta losing power?

I'd sort of forgotten about the info that they were feeding Branch beforehand.

[The Vortex Empire]

Damn you, Michael! Ah, well. We'll get him yet.

The only way we could get a tracer into Heaven is if we hid a sensitive inside the cart somehow. An interesting idea.

[Pelranius]

Damn you, Michael! Ah, well. We'll get him yet.

The only way we could get a tracer into Heaven is if we hid a sensitive inside the cart somehow. An interesting idea.

Mikey waving his hands really yanked my chain.

Have we seen any of Hell's denizens alter their physical size? If we had one shapeshifter (or a really small demon), we could smuggle her/him into the cart and if you're really feeling paranoid, lobotomize said individual to prevent any sort of betrayal.

[LadyTevar]

deceived this poor innocent succubus into becoming part of your schemes.

You made me snort tea out my nose on that one, Stuart.

But a very interesting dynamic you revealed to us about the Power of Music on Angels.

[Rahvin]

if you're really feeling paranoid, lobotomize said individual to prevent any sort of betrayal.

Can you lobotomize a demon and have it "stick?" They can heal from damn near anythign that doesn't kill them outright, which presumably means even brain tissue regenerates given time. Or could you place iron filings in the cavity to prevent healing?

We need to figure out some sort of interdimensional tracking device that duplicates whatever "signal" is produced by nephilim. After all, if the human brain is capable of producing such a signal, it can't require all that much power to make something that can be detected.

[Pelranius]

if you're really feeling paranoid, lobotomize said individual to prevent any sort of betrayal.

Can you lobotomize a demon and have it "stick?" They can heal from damn near anythign that doesn't kill them outright, which presumably means even brain tissue regenerates given time. Or could you place iron filings in the cavity to prevent healing?

Actually, I'd forgotten about the healing part. To deal with the healing, we could just starve the demon (Uriel's experience seems to suggest that without food, angelic and probably demonic healing slows down significantly.

On the other hand, you probably don't need the demon to stay too long in the cart, so that cuts down on the chances of a double cross.

[bcoogler]

Not at all. We acquired the necessary intelligence. Ve haff all zeir namessss. Her legal fate is trivial by comparison.

Yes, the FBI acquired necessary intelligence. But they still screwed up in terms of due process, which they clearly violated.

There is a draft in place. Branch can simply be drafted on the spot and sent to Hell. Her duty station can be the inside of a locked Conex.

If this is an existential situation, then there are no effective rules. If the courts get in the way, they will be marginalized.

"When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross." If you have any interest in maintaining the US as a free nation of laws, not of men, then an existential situation is absolutely the last thing you want. That's a very slippery slope.

"John Marshall has rendered his opinion. Now let him enforce it."

As far as I'm concerned, that's not a precedent, that's a blatant violation of Lincoln's the oath of office. The Executive branch is supposed to enforce the law dispassionately, not pick and choose what will or won't be enforced. If a law is a bad law, have the guts to petition Congress to revoke it, or to change the constitution. When one person has the power to selectively enforce the law as he sees fit, you might as well retire Congress and the courts and call it what it is -- a dictatorship.

[bcoogler]

Is it possible that they would allow her to think she got away with it, and then maintain round-the-clock surveillance on her to see what she does?

I'm hoping they do exactly that.

EDIT: In fact, it could be argued the FBI wanted to botch due process so the case would be thrown out. (Consider how forthright they were at the hearing.) You get the intel you want from the inadmissible confession, and Branch has a plausible reason for being released. Then feed her disinformation tidbits for her to pass on to Michael.

[bcoogler]

My point has been that in Total War, everything but Victory goes by the boards.

And if everything goes by the boards, then we become the demons we are fighting. That's the point I'm trying to make.

Earth, so far, has been relatively unscathed in either the Curb Stomp or the current Panthocide. In the sense of total war, WWII was far more devastating than anything suffered here yet.

Why then would everything be tossed aside? For the most part, people are still comfortable in their homes. We haven't seen world-wide shortages or rationing yet. Do you expect things to progress into a 1984 scenario? We have always been at war with Heaven.

[Edward Yee]

Regarding the marksman... I hope he didn't get the "if he just fired enough shots" from Call of Duty 4! (As it turns out, my basic technique for the "One Shot, One Kill" sniper portion.) Seemed his chance at the shot was pretty fucked as soon as the attacking started. Although, perhaps the "Chekov's thing" here will actually be this war wound of Michael's?

[Simon_Jester]

A giant explosion is all very well, but if you can only deliver it once, it's not so likely to be decisive. Have we gotten to the point of being able to build a technological beacon that serves a purpose comparable to that of a sensitive yet? That would be better.

Actually, remember that bit about nukes being able to make portals bigger? If one goes off at the right time, then it's curtains for Heaven.

Clever.

Nice work. I wonder what has happened to Elvis?

Elvis ain't dead, baby!
Well, either that, or he got kidnapped by the Greek Gods or something. Those guys are exactly the sort of deities that would do something like that.

That was my guess, too.

Interesting. I'm surprised that heavier artillery wasn't used, but that's only me.

No time to get it into place and set it up. All they had on hand was militia with antitank missiles and recoilless rifles, so that's what they went in with. The real firepower was supposed to be with the Air Force.

Mikey waving his hands really yanked my chain.

Have we seen any of Hell's denizens alter their physical size? If we had one shapeshifter (or a really small demon), we could smuggle her/him into the cart and if you're really feeling paranoid, lobotomize said individual to prevent any sort of betrayal.

Smarter to offer him a reward. Aside from any possible human rights issues, we don't know whether a lobotomy would interfere with whatever it is that makes the demons effective sensitives.

I am not saying that I would like the President and Congress marginalizing The Court. I am saying that, in extremis, Society will find a way to survive. That way may not be pretty.

It's a damnsight prettier than extinction.

In this case, you're presenting a wildly false dilemma. It's possible that democratic societies in the Salvation War would be dumb enough to fall for your false dilemma, but they'd have to be really stupid to do so. Because in this case, they've already won half the war, are one decisive campaign away from total victory, and would have to be many, many decisive campaigns away from total defeat. This is exactly the time to be thinking about what kind of world they'll have after the war ends, and exactly the time to NOT decide to start shouting "We need to be harder because this is WAR! Let's go pee on the Constitution!"

[Sute]

"Yes, bad news is Uriel got away from us. Michael-Lan-Yahweh again, he did a combat pick-up and got Uriel out. But, we have some recordings of that portal as well. If we can get a second batch of readings, we might be able to move."

Wait, how did they know it was Michael who saved Uriel? Did they compare pictures received from the junta with recordings from the action in California? The impression I got from that scene was that it was shortly after both those events occurred, so it seems odd that they'd be so confident it was Michael if that was how they did it.