This was the biggest assignment of my twenty five years serving the Almighty Church Of Rome. I was finally standing before the voice of God on Earth. I did not expect to be dressed this way. I thought that i would be dressed in fine clothes wearing a pair of nice red Prada shoes like he wore. I was kneeling in front of my men, red clay stuck to my robes, my pistol still thick with the smell of gunpowder and murder.
They were men in search of truth.
“Yes my liege, the had just opened the Bath of Heroclitus when we entered the site.”
His ominous voice asked another question, and i answered, “Yes, my lord we read them last rites and prayed them through.”
We knew what had to happen here, and we were ready.
I wondered if minutes from now i would be held accountable for the deaths of those archeologist, who had accidently found it.
I held out my hand and offered the small red stone to the Pope.
“My son you are forgiven, the stone was the last thing anyone would expect to find in an ancient swimming pool.”
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