Right. And it's not gonna get any better.
A brief (possibly) chapter.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
I ALREADY TOLD YOU THIS!!
The RAFians were feeling rather disgruntled as facts that Cloak already presented the group as a whole were re-presented as new facts. Cloak's tolerance of this was being stretched incredibly thin. He was being pushed to the breaking point.
He was also getting antsy. While they sat here while the military
validated Cloak's claims more and more people found their freedoms, and their very bodies, wrested from them. It was the bureaucracy and the majority of the General's mistrust at fault here, but Cloak couldn't help but feel like a caged animal. He did not how much the bureaucracy slowed things down. At this pace, they'd be ablento make a move in a month -- and, by then, it'd be far too late. The Earth would be overran with Heinlins. His adopted home destroyed.
The only free humans would be RAFian humans, though they were the most numerous RAFian species, if Cloak was not mistaken, but if all the other species were added together, they made a relatively small number of RAFians. They'd be the remnant of a conquered species. Eventually, the Heinlins would become to numerous here and the numbers of the hostless would outnumber the amount of the hostless, and they'd take off to find another suitable host for there species, while keeping enough here to subjegate
Homo sapiens, taking hosts at three or four years, when they are large enough to support these perverse puppetmasters.
Only the RAFians would remain, bearing witness to this, burdened with the awful knowledge that they did nothing to prevent this, to stem or stop the Heinlins' rise to dominance. . . .
Cloak had had enough, "
I ALREADY
TOLD YOU SIMPLETONS THIS HOURS AGO!!!" Cloak roared, a tiger's roar intermingling with his words. "Stop presenting it as
new intel. It is what I told you. A
smart idea would have been to
listen to the guy who TANGOED WITH THESE THINGS BEFORE!! But no . . . no, you
insist upon wasting time with pointless dissections and verifying facts thatnare obvious and evident."
Cloak glared at all except General Mills, who had the right idea from the start. But, with a lot of the generals being misogynist creeps, she was ignored.
"But, no," he said, his voice quavering with emotion. It was through sheer force of will that his powers did not go out of control. "No, you're content to sit back and turn to conventional means to squash this threat. Instead of
listening to the people with
experience in this area of aliens and the supernatural, you decide to deride and criticize us. Instead of being the people of action that you claim, you're content to sit back and feel your backsides grow."
He was interrupted when the generals received a report that they lost contact with the contigent of soldiers sent to secure the city. All contact.
Parker stood by Cloak, saying, "Congratulations, gentlemen. You've lost more people not only their freedom, but their bodies."
"But you don't care, do you?" Helen accused with narrowed eyes. "You're nice and safe in your hidey-hole."
"Forget it, guys," Sam said. "They're doing more damage than help."
"C'mon, then, guys," said Cloak, sweeping from the room, "if they aren't going to stop this menace, someone's got to."
"Stop! I order you to stop!" General Day commanded with ringing tones, bloated on his own power. "You don't have any right to speak to us like --"
But the RAFians did not acquiesce, and kept on walking.
