Hey everyone, yeah I know it's be a while, I've been sick and lots of homework. Be nice about this chapter....i did it very quickly. please r&r

Disclaimer: i don't own ANYTHING......

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Carl leaned against his worktable letting lose an heavy sigh mixed with agony and exhaustion. Around him, trinkets and gadgets littered the top of the creaking table more then ever. For the past hour he had searched his little section from top to filthy bottom and come up with nothing. Of course this only irritated him a little. If anything it made him fear the inevitable lecture that was sure to from the oh-so-haughty Cardinal in due time.

Sighing again he removed his helmet that was covered with magnified glasses and a variety of miniature work objects like little crew drivers, screws and well it was made of a sort of metal covered by what seemed to be a thick sort of leather that had been beaten into a fine seemingly soft looking protective cover from the special hat that the friar placed down onto the model of a head with great care.

All around him, fellow inventors, metal workers, alchemists, doctors creating were medicines and people who seemed to have absolutely no purpose but to run around following orders or sitting by the corner a the only table not littered with things plating cards, were hustling a bustling as usual and Carl found this for the first time to be a tad annoying especially with the persistent headache that was slowly growing in the side of his head, where the temple became the most hated place in his body.

Rolling his shoulders, he made his way through the maze of tables and chairs, trying not to push anyone or cause a disturbance, but of course this was Carl, and for the first time in the history of the Vatican, Friar Carl, great inventor of the Vatican had NOT caused any bodily harm to anyone as he made his way to other side of the chamber.

Finding himself quiet proud of….himself, he grinned his Chester cat grin and went through on the many trick doors that led back to the Vatican and away from the secret Chamber of the Knights of the Holy Order.

The Church itself was quiet and Carl found himself realizing just how tired he was. Running a hand through his squire hat cut, he did not bother stifling his over done yawn. But said yawn was cut short at the sound of the cardinal's voice.

"D…dammit" he whispered, as he hid behind one of the massive columns and held his breath.

From the sound of it the cardinal was not alone as another pair of footsteps followed his through the church and through the door by the alter that lead towards the nun's convent.

"well, I wonder who that could be" he said to himself.

"what's this? A friar eavesdropping on a man of the church, how low will you go Carl?" a voice said behind him, causing said poor friar to jump almost out of his skin. He whirled around to face Van helsing who was looking down at him with a mock look of outrage.

Grinning sheepishly, Carl stuttered "I….I was not….eavesdropping…I simply…..they weren't saying anything anyways" he concluded in a defensive matter as Van helsing chuckled. This Carl found irritating, not in a angry way, but in embarrassing way because now he felt incredibly silly.

For what reason he did not know.

All he did was hide from the Cardinal, they were not saying anything.

So technically that is NOT eavesdropping, because not words were exchanged.

But Carl, being Carl, kept his hypothesis to himself and turned making his way down the aisle of the church in his skittish walk.

"I'm going to read up on…something" he said as he made his way quickly before van helsing could comment. To which Van helsing did not do, except shrug and leave the church towards the Chamber.

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so, there you go. sorry for the longggggggg wait