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Weapon of the Cross
Chapter 11: The Boss
13:10 CET The Papal Office, The Vatican, Rome
The Pope massaged the growing headache in his temples as he looked to the teenager in front of him. The plan he was suggesting was to take a simple reconnaissance mission in a nuclear capable country and turn it into an all out war. He looked into Maxwell's hardened gaze with pity. This boy thought that the best way to counter violence was with violence, a policy that would to more of the same. A never-ending circle of destruction that would only end with the destruction of one of the combatants.
"No my son, I can't sanction this." He placed his hands on the desk in front of him. The ring of the fisherman weighing heavily on his old hands. The teen priest jumped to the defence of his plan.
"But your Holiness, you don't seem to understand the bigger picture. They actively taunted us with the death of Father Jacob. If we don't retaliate they will hold this over us, we need to strike hard and fast at there overseas informants. Blind them like they tried to do with us."
It was sickening to see the young mans conviction. It was one thing to terminate a monster such as a vampire, wizard or ghoul. But to take a human life was a serious thing, even if they were a heathen. It hollowed a man out and made them the worst kind of a monster. One with a soul
He thought back to the Vatican's pet wizard. At times he thought it was a bad idea having such a creature in Section Thirteen. But sometimes you needed an edge, H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. had there vampire, the Millennium Group had there werewolf and apparently the KGB had some form of wraith, at least Anderson's protégé was sane. The child had worked for his place as a priest, maybe he was the redemption for all those lost souls.
He had time to think of these things later. First he must deal with the teenager before him.
"I think that your anger at loosing your mentor is too fresh. Your reason is flawed and your plan is insane and violent. Until such time as you are fit to return to your covert operations. I think you should go to our orphanage in southern France. Take some time to find piece with your self and the world, your friends Heinkel and Yumie should go with you." Standing up the Pope gestured towards the door before continuing. "Go to your room and pack, I'll send somebody with instructions."
As the door closed behind the priest the Pope turned to the window and opened a draw to withdraw a peppermint sweet. Popping it into his mouth he looked out over Vatican City.
Walking back to his desk he picked up the phone and dialled the number for the Section Thirteen control room.
A/N
This chapter is just a little filler until I get 100 votes on the "Who is Harry's First Link To The Wizarding World" question.
From the next chapter all chapters will be 5000 words or more.
So until the votes are done.
Fare Thee Well.