The players calls
1.
Washington DC
Kruger threw his jacket on
the bed when Miles opened the room door at their hotel. Miles followed in and
stopped just like Kruger. There was a guest sitting on their settee in the room
drinking their wine and watching the pay per view movie.
"Hello, Ricken,"
Miles surprised the priest; sitting there dressed in his frock and white
collar. "I wondered how you get in."
"God works in a
mysterious way." The priest replied to Miles. "I was advised that you
did a neat job for the Army."
"Father Ricken, you
sounded cynical. Major Chapman told me that your superior sanction the
task." Kruger took the wine bottle and finished it in two gulps.
"I hoped you know that
lying to the priest is a sin." Father Ricken tried to be religious with
the man. "But we know the Army can be very persuasive."
"You are here to find
out what they have, and you went with them to fight a battle in their version
of Hell." The priest explained to them. "Yup, that version of Hell is
in the wrong dimension. The Army just brought in some from there but you
stopped them prematurely. Boys, you see the Army does not care how many spirits
slip through as long as they get their ores."
"So you knew? Why didn't
you report to the papers or even to the local Senator?" Miles asked while
he at himself on the settee.
"Because no one listen
to us. Major Chapman works for us. He is our insider here. There no insiders in
the Vatican, or none that we know." The priest took his glass of wine.
"Chapman took you over there without the General knowing. He arranged for
both of you to over to assist him in destroying the gates. You done it
well."
"So why did they let us
go? They could had just sent us to the gallows. Or that Bay prison." Miles
exploded up.
"Because with the gates
destroyed, we managed to get to see the President." The priest smiled.
"The General works for us now."
"Father, you are lying
and I can't proof it." Miles remarked back and walked off to his room.
"I am going to sleep now."
Kruger followed suit leaving
the priest alone in the living area. He picked up the portable from his frock
and called the number.
"They are ready for the
next stage."
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