Gris wakes up the next day when the yacht's wireless officer knocks on the door with confidential messages for Teenie. When the man learns Teenie isn't around, he leaves. Gris, a suspicious espionage expert, neither makes an attempt to get his hands on these unexplained missives or even thinks twice about how odd it is that a teenager who can barely read is having private correspondence with someone while touring Europe.
The day after that, Gris notices a bunch of "DEMONSTRATORS!" mobbing the dock, waving "TURKS GO HOME!" or "TOOLS OF YANKEE IMPERIALISM" signs. Madison and Teenie have to brave a gauntlet of thrown stones when they return from exploring Mount Olympus, and are only able to reach the yacht after the crew uses fire hoses to provide covering... fire? Water?
Madison knows what's up - someone's running a "black PR campaign," probably the U.S. consul. He managed to grab one of those signs and there's even a "Printed in the USA" label on the back.
And Gris, who constantly chortles about how the ruling regime's supposed to put the boot to those "riffraff" in the lower classes, and who knows firsthand that the US government is actively trying to inconvenience, if not destroy, its own citizens, is shocked.
"A government shouldn't attack its own citizens," I said. "That's psychotic!"
"Of course it's psychotic," said Madison, "but whoever said the American government was sane? You mark my words, the American consul this very minute is handing out press releases to the Greek papers saying we're Turkish saboteurs. I'm the pro, Smith. You aren't."
So the author derails a character to cram in another paragraph of anti-government "satire," presumably because Greece was one of the countries that closed its ports to Hubbard during the Sea Org days. And then I guess he engages in some revenge fantasy, because Madison starts talking about starting his own "black PR campaign" that culminates in the assassination of the Greek Premier and war between Turkey and Greece.
Gris objects again.
"Hold it!" I wailed. "You'll have Russia and the U.S. involved in atomic war next."
"What's wrong with that?" said Madison.
"We'd be in the middle of it!" I screamed.
"Oh, I can tell you aren't a pro, Smith. I'm the one that got the bruises here. They want trouble, I can deliver. Count on me, Smith. Now, Captain. . ."
Yikes, he was dangerous!
More character derailment. Remember, Madison was introduced as a naive twerp who thought he was doing his clients a favor by getting them in trouble. Bury only had to order Madison to help someone and they'd be ruined in no time. He does not know he's destroying people's lives.
Teenie's able to talk Madison out of starting Armageddon (again - he wanted to kick off World War III to immortalize Heller back when a car race was central to the plot), and so the ship sets sail for Egypt, on the logic that because the Turks used to govern the place they're guaranteed friendly treatment. Former vassals are usually happy to see their old overlords, right?
Gris is worried because their course will bring them marginally closer to Turkey and begs Teenie not to let him fall into Turkish hands. The bad guy. Is begging. A teenage girl. To save him.
She smiled an enigmatic smile. She said, "Now get this loud and clear. If it even looks like you're going to, Inky, I will handle it. Trust me."
I fell back on my pillow. I pretended to be mollified. But, oh, how well I knew the chanciness of life. I was going to have to be awfully alert if I was going to live through this.
Danger was in the wind!
At least Gris is back in-character for the end of chapter "DOOM is coming!" message.
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