**Note: If anybody from Barcelona is reading this chapter, please do not be
upset if I describe anything wrong. I have never been to Barcelona, hence
never been to The temple of La Sagrada Familia. For the purpose of this
chapter, I searched for some information on the net, and am using certain
facts with a fairly wide use of my imagination to tell this story. The
construction of the temple did begin in 1881 with the backing of Associa
Espritual de Devots de Sant Josep, and the chief architect was Antonio
Gaudi who is buried in one of the chapels. Everything else comes from my
crazy imagination. I would love to visit the place one-day though. Have
to learn to speak Spanish first ( **
The temple of La Sagrada Familia, loomed before them in all its glory, though muted slightly by the dark. In daylight, the structure was a magnificent sight to behold, with it's large columns, wonderful art, and giant windows where the sun filtered through, setting fire to everything it touched with brilliant colors.
The trio made their way over, crossing the street to the service door. Vaughn and Jack stood guard, looking around casually, while Sydney worked on picking the lock on the door.
"When did you say this was built?" Sydney made casual conversation, while working the lock, her face a mask of concentration.
"Well, the construction began in 1881, I think," Vaughn wrinkled his forehead. "Why do you ask?"
"Because they haven't changed the lock since then," Sydney replied, accompanied by the sound of click. "We're in."
Sydney moved in quietly, ahead of the men, glancing behind her to make sure that they were following. She hid behind one of the huge columns, and peeked out, making sure that there were no guards. Vaughn had guaranteed that there were no security systems or guards, but Sydney was doubtful, and wanted to be cautious. After all, a weapon that can rain down destruction was somewhere beneath this huge structure. Once she was sure there was no one around, she cautiously made her way to Apse, hiding behind pillars occasionally, raising her closed fist, asking the others to stay where they are, and waving them onwards, when she was sure there was no sign of danger.
The Apse, with some chapels (seven to be precise) at the bottom of the two winding staircases and a deambulatory around the presbytery, was a massive space, adorned with magnificent sculptures and giant windows. Once Sydney reached her destination, she stopped, waiting for the others to catch up to her. Vaughn joined her, pulling out an old map, and trying to determine which way to go.
"There they are, the chapels. We have to find the chapel where Antoni Gaudi is buried. The chapel of Virgin of Carmen," Vaughn said, his eyes glued to the map he held in his hand.
"He's the architect of this church?" Jack asked.
"Yes. He requested to be buried in the original chapel that the Associa Espritual de Devots de Sant Josep built over," Vaughn recounted the history once more. "He was fascinated with the history of Duke Sperello, and wanted to be buried in what was left of the Duke's estate."
"Ok professor," Sydney replied back, her dimple firmly in place. Jack hid his amusement by pretending to clear his throat, leaving Vaughn blushing furiously. "I'll take the last two crypts," with that she headed down the steps.
They worked quietly, briskly, reading the inscription as fast as they could, using their flashlights. In the end, it was Jack who found the correct chapel, but they were still left to figure out how to get to the underground tunnels, shown in the map that Vaughn possessed of the original castle.
"Was this chapel the only thing that survived from the original castle?" Jack asked.
"No, the keystone with the Annunciation of Mary belongs to the castle of Sperello," Vaughn replied.
The three made their way out towards the keystone, Jack pointing his flashlight at the base, searching for a trigger.
"It could be that cross on top," Sydney said. "Maybe you're supposed to push it down." With Vaughn holding her up, she tried to push the cross down with out any success. Vaughn looking up at Sydney's attempt said, "Sydney, does the cross have something in the middle?"
Sydney shone her flashlight at the cross. "Yeah, there is a prism in the middle I think."
"Shine the light through the prism," Vaughn struggled to get the words out, while holding Sydney up. Jack quickly made his way over, and helped Vaughn hoist Sydney up so that she could shine the light through in a straight line.
The light refracted through the prism, spraying a rainbow on the wall on the front of the chapel where Antonio Gaudi was buried, while a clear light shinning brightly on one of the stones of the door jam.
Sydney jumped down, and went over to the stone, pushing it in. From inside the chapel, a loud rumbling noise resonated through the church. Sharing a look between them, Sydney made her way inside once again with Jack bringing up the rear, shining the flashlight into the dark crevices to assure himself one last time.
Marshall opened the door to his apartment, and walked in, dropping his keys on the coffee table. He sighed heavily, before turning on floor lamp.
"On Alisha," he spoke, and whirring sounds of a computer coming on resonated through the quiet apartment.
"Hello Marshall," a metallic, yet distinctly female voice came from his computer. "How was your day today?"
"It was fine. Fine, thank you, Alisha. Has Tippin accessed anymore information on OT Technologies or the encryption software."
"No, Marshall. Shall I initiate another phone call?" Alisha asked.
Marshall bit his nail, walking over to the table and looking down at the framed picture. It was taken almost two years ago, at a Christmas party. He had been surprised when she invited him, and he'd attended, toting a custom made pin for her.
1 Eloise…
He'd explained the use of the pin to her, and she had smiled prettily at him, and kissed his cheek. She thought it was sweet that he'd cared about her to design a pin, with built in microchip to record conversation. What he didn't tell her was that it could also be activated to be used as bug; his own selfishness.
"Marshall, shall initiate another phone call to Will Tippin?" Alisha broke through his reverie.
He glanced at his computer, his brilliant design that he hadn't shared with SD-6. If it weren't Eloise Kurtz being assassinated, he would have. Her death had brought new knowledge, new insight to a hideous organization for which he toiled for. He owed it to her.
"Yes Alisha. Initiate a call to his work tomorrow at 10:49am," Marshall said.
The temple of La Sagrada Familia, loomed before them in all its glory, though muted slightly by the dark. In daylight, the structure was a magnificent sight to behold, with it's large columns, wonderful art, and giant windows where the sun filtered through, setting fire to everything it touched with brilliant colors.
The trio made their way over, crossing the street to the service door. Vaughn and Jack stood guard, looking around casually, while Sydney worked on picking the lock on the door.
"When did you say this was built?" Sydney made casual conversation, while working the lock, her face a mask of concentration.
"Well, the construction began in 1881, I think," Vaughn wrinkled his forehead. "Why do you ask?"
"Because they haven't changed the lock since then," Sydney replied, accompanied by the sound of click. "We're in."
Sydney moved in quietly, ahead of the men, glancing behind her to make sure that they were following. She hid behind one of the huge columns, and peeked out, making sure that there were no guards. Vaughn had guaranteed that there were no security systems or guards, but Sydney was doubtful, and wanted to be cautious. After all, a weapon that can rain down destruction was somewhere beneath this huge structure. Once she was sure there was no one around, she cautiously made her way to Apse, hiding behind pillars occasionally, raising her closed fist, asking the others to stay where they are, and waving them onwards, when she was sure there was no sign of danger.
The Apse, with some chapels (seven to be precise) at the bottom of the two winding staircases and a deambulatory around the presbytery, was a massive space, adorned with magnificent sculptures and giant windows. Once Sydney reached her destination, she stopped, waiting for the others to catch up to her. Vaughn joined her, pulling out an old map, and trying to determine which way to go.
"There they are, the chapels. We have to find the chapel where Antoni Gaudi is buried. The chapel of Virgin of Carmen," Vaughn said, his eyes glued to the map he held in his hand.
"He's the architect of this church?" Jack asked.
"Yes. He requested to be buried in the original chapel that the Associa Espritual de Devots de Sant Josep built over," Vaughn recounted the history once more. "He was fascinated with the history of Duke Sperello, and wanted to be buried in what was left of the Duke's estate."
"Ok professor," Sydney replied back, her dimple firmly in place. Jack hid his amusement by pretending to clear his throat, leaving Vaughn blushing furiously. "I'll take the last two crypts," with that she headed down the steps.
They worked quietly, briskly, reading the inscription as fast as they could, using their flashlights. In the end, it was Jack who found the correct chapel, but they were still left to figure out how to get to the underground tunnels, shown in the map that Vaughn possessed of the original castle.
"Was this chapel the only thing that survived from the original castle?" Jack asked.
"No, the keystone with the Annunciation of Mary belongs to the castle of Sperello," Vaughn replied.
The three made their way out towards the keystone, Jack pointing his flashlight at the base, searching for a trigger.
"It could be that cross on top," Sydney said. "Maybe you're supposed to push it down." With Vaughn holding her up, she tried to push the cross down with out any success. Vaughn looking up at Sydney's attempt said, "Sydney, does the cross have something in the middle?"
Sydney shone her flashlight at the cross. "Yeah, there is a prism in the middle I think."
"Shine the light through the prism," Vaughn struggled to get the words out, while holding Sydney up. Jack quickly made his way over, and helped Vaughn hoist Sydney up so that she could shine the light through in a straight line.
The light refracted through the prism, spraying a rainbow on the wall on the front of the chapel where Antonio Gaudi was buried, while a clear light shinning brightly on one of the stones of the door jam.
Sydney jumped down, and went over to the stone, pushing it in. From inside the chapel, a loud rumbling noise resonated through the church. Sharing a look between them, Sydney made her way inside once again with Jack bringing up the rear, shining the flashlight into the dark crevices to assure himself one last time.
Marshall opened the door to his apartment, and walked in, dropping his keys on the coffee table. He sighed heavily, before turning on floor lamp.
"On Alisha," he spoke, and whirring sounds of a computer coming on resonated through the quiet apartment.
"Hello Marshall," a metallic, yet distinctly female voice came from his computer. "How was your day today?"
"It was fine. Fine, thank you, Alisha. Has Tippin accessed anymore information on OT Technologies or the encryption software."
"No, Marshall. Shall I initiate another phone call?" Alisha asked.
Marshall bit his nail, walking over to the table and looking down at the framed picture. It was taken almost two years ago, at a Christmas party. He had been surprised when she invited him, and he'd attended, toting a custom made pin for her.
1 Eloise…
He'd explained the use of the pin to her, and she had smiled prettily at him, and kissed his cheek. She thought it was sweet that he'd cared about her to design a pin, with built in microchip to record conversation. What he didn't tell her was that it could also be activated to be used as bug; his own selfishness.
"Marshall, shall initiate another phone call to Will Tippin?" Alisha broke through his reverie.
He glanced at his computer, his brilliant design that he hadn't shared with SD-6. If it weren't Eloise Kurtz being assassinated, he would have. Her death had brought new knowledge, new insight to a hideous organization for which he toiled for. He owed it to her.
"Yes Alisha. Initiate a call to his work tomorrow at 10:49am," Marshall said.