Page 9 - Just Deserts
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Prologue

          “And  here  we  are,  complaining  about  how  tricky  it  is  to  do
        anything  decent  with  the  money,  and  how  the  greedy,  arrogant
        idiotic  establishment  types  can  easily  undo  the  forces  of  good  by
        underhanded  methods.  But  how  do  they  do  it?  With  money.
        Now  we  have  money,  too.  And  we  also  have  all  the  skills
        necessary  to  undo  those  bastards:  researching,  from  our  earlier
        lives; and well-financed skullduggery, from our present situation. We
        could  throw  thousands  of  dollars  at  some  charity  and  never
        accomplish  a  thing—but  the  same  investment  could  mean  the
        downfall  of  a  villain,  the  elimination  of  whose  influence  would
        immediately clear the way for better people and programs.”
          Carlos: “You mean assassinate people? Like a death squad? I could
        dig it—but I think we’d get caught.”
          Lester:  “No,  you  missed  the  point.  For  every  civil  rights
        leader that’s been bumped off, dozens have been bought off—and
        nobody  is  looking  for  bag  men  when  the  public  is  satisfied  with
        one hit man brought to trial every decade or so.”
          Doreen:  “And  killing  people  is  not  our  forte.  We  are
        potentially  more  like  the  part  of  the  CIA  that  stays  home  in
        Langley, Virginia, does its homework and undermines governments
        with  disinformation  and  frame-ups;  not  the  part  that  acts  out
        cowboy soldier-of-fortune atrocities against unarmed civilians.”
          I finally caught the drift and contributed something profound like,
        “Hey,  remember  ‘“Mission  Impossible’?  The  Impossible  Mission
        Force  went  to  all  these  made-up  Eastern  European  countries  and
        staged elaborate sting operations to bring down some obscenely evil
        military dictator. You never saw who was financing them, right? Well,
        we could finance ourselves!”
          Gerald was still picking bits of strudel from his beard.
           “The  beauty  of  this  sort  of  revenge  is  that  it  looks  like  the
        obnoxious  individual’s  self-undoing.  The  disaster  is  both
        untraceable  to  those  who  set  it  in  motion  and  perfectly
        reasonable in the context of the target’s behavior. These people have
        all gone too far, committing the sin of possessing too much power or
        money  with  too  little  intelligence,  virtue  or  social  control.  Their
        corruption ultimately is of ego, of responsibility—no doubt the result
        of  this  country’s  wealth  being  concentrated  unjustly.  Our
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