Outside of Salt Lake City Utah, Clara and her driver are finishing up loading the plane, “have you heard from Father Murray yet?” The driver asked.

  “No I haven’t, I will call him and let him know we are about ready to head back with the boxes.” Dialing the number she still feels that something is off, “Wait!” she exclaims, her face starting to turn red, “That Son of a Bitch!” She yelled.

  “What’s wrong,” the driver said startled by her outburst.

  “I just noticed that I haven’t felt anything when I was handling those boxes.” She said.

  “Isn’t that because they are sealed?” Confused, he asked.

  “No! if they are in there I would feel them, I am going to open one.” She said.

  “What are you insane, you want those things running around on the plane we are about to fly in?” He panicked.

  Ignoring his objection, she grabbed a box and broke the seal. The driver rushed to her to prevent her from opening it. Too late to stop her he stopped in his tracks, the look on her face was pure evil, “They are empty, nothing is in them. Damnit that asshole diverted us on purpose we need to get back to Vegas now!” She smashed several other boxes on the floor, “Nothing, Fuck, that asshole will pay for this. He is on to what we are doing, when we get back you have the go-ahead to do whatever you need to, to get the truth out of him.” She exclaimed.

  “No interference from you, I can go as far I wish?” He asked.

  “Yes, as long as we get the information we need before you go too far. If he dies before you get the information as to the location of the real boxes, we will be on the run from the Blood Pope for the rest of our lives, and you know as well as I do that we won't be able to escape for long.” She said.

  “I will get the location of the boxes, then I will kill that shithead slowly and painfully.” He said with a wry smile.

  “Fine, let me call him and find out if he will tell me where he is.” Dialing the number she calms herself to mask the anger in her voice.

  “Hello Clara, is everything ok with the boxes?” He said.

  “Yes, Father, we are all loaded and headed back to the church. We will be in the air in about fifteen minutes," she said.

  “Excellent. I am on my way back to the church from the airport. The Cardinal has requested a meeting. I will see you there in a few hours then," he said.

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  “Okay, Father see you there, goodbye.” She said.

  Sitting down, they start working out their plan to leave the priest alone once they get back. As the plane speeds off down the runway, Father Murray pulls into the church's parking lot. His time is growing short, and he needs to get the Cardinal and Father Tobias out of the church and out of Las Vegas.

  “There is only one place where we can go to be safe for a short time, but that could prove to be problematic.” He said out loud to himself as he got out of the car and walked towards the front door of the church.

  Entering the church the Cardinal and Father Tobias were sitting in the fellowship hall, finishing up a late lunch when they saw him walk in. “Father Murray, finally where have you been?” said Cardinal Clemente.

  “I apologize for my lack of appearance Your Excellency, I have been very busy with church business as of late.” He said.

  “Father Murray this is Father Tobias, he is from the Society of Jesus and has been so very kind to accompany me on my travels.” Looking at each other pretending they are strangers they shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

  “Please sit back down and finish your meals, I need to go in and freshen up and will return in a moment.” He said.

  Back in his office, he sends a text to Madame Vostick to let her know that he made it back to the church and to run his idea past her, although he already knew what her reaction would be. “Gabriella, I am back at the church with the Cardinal and the Black Pope. I have to get us out of here fast Clara and her gunman will be here in a few hours, and the only safe place I can think of is back at the plantation.” Waiting for her reply he grabs a change of clothes and heads to the restroom, upon his return there were several texts back from Madame Vostick.

  “Are you out of your mind Nicholas, that is a really bad idea, plus I am still training these two and that will be an unnecessary distraction. That will bring about unwanted violence upon people who are not in this fight. There must be another way to get them separated.” She said.

  “I am sure there is Gabriella, but I am running out of time, I am leaving my phone here and will start making my way back to you. I know this is a huge gamble however I am confident that I am being shown the correct path, I will see you in about 8 hours.” Placing his phone on the charger and joining the two in the fellowship hall the Cardinal requests that they speak privately in his office.

  Father Murray looks at Tobias, takes a deep breath, and says “Cardinal, I must bring you up to speed right here, right now. I know you are involved with the Blood Pope, and I know your heart and convictions belie your actions.” Stunned the Cardinal sits back down, Father Murray continues, “I have known Tobias for many years, let me give you a proper introduction, Cardinal this is Father Tobias the Black Pope Leader of the Jesuit Order.”

  The Cardinal turns to look at him, his color now very pale, “Cardinal, I have had Tobias meet you at the church and offer to accompany you back here to me, I am sorry for all the lies and cover-ups, but you needed to get here unharmed. As of now, there are two agents of the Blood Pope flying back here to do us harm and or take us back to Rome. Please we need to leave right now, I will fill you in on what is happening on the way to the safe house, also gentleman I will require that you leave your phones on the table, I have new ones in the car for you, so if we could hurry along that would be best.” Shocked to his core, the two fathers had to help the Cardinal to the car, they left the doors unlocked on the church and sped off to catch a flight to Louisiana.