Screwtape was worried. He had suspected this -- whatshername -- Mary -- affair could be trouble. Now he knew it. He was supposed to be in charge, but here he was being left out of the loop. The Chief was obviously handling this one himself. That could mean that the Chief had lost confidence in Screwtape, his most trusted lieutenant. That would mean that Screwtape's own head was on the chopping block. Or it could mean that the Mary affair presented a much greater threat to the Underworld than even Screwtape had imagined. Mary. There were millions of them, all named after the first one, mother of the Enemy. Did this Mary really have something in common with her? If the Chief is personally involved in the case, it quite literally had biblical proportions. Screwtape shuddered. His hot, pumping veins turned cold. He sensed the approach of Armageddon -- the final showdown with the Enemy.
How to handle this? He couldn't very well ask the Chief what was going on; that would only solidify his own incompetence. Impatiently, he snapped a switch and called, "Miss Caliente!"
"Yes sir?"
"Get me Snakefoot. -- Now!"
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