Dec 17, 2023
Guided by Voices - Auditorium/Motor Away
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Guided by Voices - Auditorium/Motor Away
one of the most relatable scenes in cinema history is when greer tells ryan to do the briefing and ryan just looks up from his papers like, "please no, don't do this to me."
Jim Greer
You trusted a goddamn spy!
I, His Isthmus | Prologue
Pairing | Jack Ryan x Cathy Muller
Genre | H/C, Angst, Friendship, Romance
Warnings | Blood, PTSD, Nightmares, Medical procedures
Word Count | 650+
Summary: “So what now?” Greer coughed. “They’ll be watching the hospitals.”
Jack nodded. “I may know a guy...”
"You good?" Jack Ryan paused at the step of the motel's front door, frowning with concern at the pale and sweaty face of his burden.
Drops of sweat gathered on James Greer's face, which was twisted in an expression of pained focus as his gasping breathes hissed past Jack's ear. He spared a grunt of affirmation.
"Okay. Here we go."
Greer hissed in pain as Jack hoisted him onto the step.
"Easy, easy." Jack freed a hand with difficulty and reached to turn the rusty knob. Cautiously, he poked his head inside before stepping in and helping Greer over the threshold.
An enormous receptionist sat at the counter behind a metal framework, puffing on a fat cigar as he studied a crossword puzzle.
"Excuse me," Jack said, praying the man was shady enough not to report the two of them; he could only imagine how they looked, covered in dust and blood.
No response.
Jack cleared his throat. "Hey, could we get a room?"
The man lifted his free hand in a lethargic demand for patience and wrote something on his page.
Greer was panting, leaning more heavily on Jack with each second that passed. Something snapped in Jack. Reaching through the small opening at the bottom of the slot, he slammed the newspaper to the countertop. "Hey! We need a room. Now."
The man held up his hands. "Alright, alright. Chill out, man!" He reached into a drawer, fingers scrambling frantically until they finally gripped a key. He tore his eyes away from Jack just long enough to read out the tag on the keychain. "Room 204. Sixty bucks a night."
Jack scrounged in his pocket for his wallet, handed over the money, and grabbed the key. Adjusting Greer's position, he turned towards the stairs. "Thanks."
"Hey," the man called after them, "try not to bleed on the carpets, man; it's a pain to clean up."
Jack doubted the carpets had been cleaned within the decade or would be cleaned in the next, but he waved in acknowledgment anyways.
They fought their way up the stairs, Jack all but carrying the older man. He grunted, straining beneath the weight. "Let's not make a habit of this, huh?"
"Please," Greer said, sarcasm filling the breathless wheeze. "This is pay--payback for the time I had to haul you home after the Suleiman debacle." He paused to curse when his foot caught on a step. "Do you know how hard it is to balance when you're dragging the whole Empire State Building along with you?"
Jack laughed. "I had no idea blood loss would make you so dramatic."
"I'll have you know I won three awards for drama in high school."
"Congratulations. Now that you've got it out of your system, could we please shut up and focus on walking?"
Jack was relieved to find that their room was right by the stairs. He leaned Greer against the wall as he fumbled the key in the lock and pushed open the door. They both winced at the ungodly screech that hit their adrenaline-heightened senses as it fought its way open on ancient hinges.
They surveyed the room in silence for a moment.
"Bedbugs," Greer muttered.
"What?"
"Bedbugs. The odds of this joint not having them's gotta be about a hundred to one."
Jack sighed. "Great."
He pulled the door closed behind them and they stumbled to the nearest bed.
"Careful," Jack warned, easing Greer down. The grime-crusted window let only the faintest bit of evening light into the small room. Jack straightened and searched for a light switch. Finding nothing, he turned to the room's single lamp and pulled the chain. It flickered, and for a moment he thought it would go out, but then it steadied and actually brightened a bit.
A sigh escaped his lips as he sat heavily on the unoccupied bed.
Greer met his gaze. "What now? They--" he coughed, "--they'll be watching the hospitals."
Jack nodded slowly. "I may know a guy."
A/N: So there’s the prologue! Hopefully chapter one will be up soon. :) Feel free to let me know what you think!
Season 2 was so good, but...
for me it lacked some personal development of the characters. I mean, yes, we see a new side of Ryan and Greer has a change of mind, but we don’t actually see their journey. We just see where they start from and the end. Everything in the middle was hidden behind a lot of action (which I love, don’t get me wrong) and an admittedly very good Venezuela plot.
A trove of documents reveal Republican politicians drawing on fears of election fraud to prevent voters — usually Democratic — from casting ballots.
“Academic studies and election-law experts broadly agree that voter fraud ... is a widespread political tactic used either to create doubt about an election’s validity or to keep one’s opponents — in most cases, Democratic voters — from casting ballots. In unguarded moments, some Republican supporters of the laws have been inclined to agree.“
According to Florida’s former Republican Party chairman, Jim Greer, that state’s voter ID law was devised specifically to suppress Democratic votes:
“The Republican Party, the strategists, the consultants, they firmly believe that early voting is bad for Republican Party candidates. It’s done for one reason and one reason only. … ‘We’ve got to cut down on early voting because early voting is not good for us.’ ... They never came in to see me and tell me we had a [voter] fraud issue. It’s all a marketing ploy.”
JACK RYAN “Tertia Optio”