<strong>"...Gods?"</strong>As someone who used to chat with the other altar boys about whether God was any more real than Santa Claus, Carlos plainly has no idea what to make of this news -- but then, it doesn't sound like the terminology is the important part, anyway.<br/><br/><strong>"Um, anyway.  As much as I like building things, we might need to make this preacher a priority.  I mean -- Alex, you said we're going to keep getting more powerful.  Presumably the same goes for him.  So the longer we wait to stop him, the more people get hurt, right?"</strong>He coughs, glancing down awkwardly at the official circle (and still keeping his eyes politely averted from Irina).<strong>"Besides, I may be good at building in general, but I'm pretty sure I don't know how to develop a ley line.  I don't suppose there's an owner's manual?"</strong><br/><br/>It occurs to Carlos somewhat belatedly that none of them have questioned (at least not out loud) whether they're on board with this plan at all or not, nor do they have any real way to verify that Alex and his employer are on the up-and-up.  But then, with the world already going to hell, it's not as if he can afford to argue with the only (non-televangelist) person claiming to have the answers.