Disclaimer: Crossfire and Hellsing are Hirano's, not mine.
It had ultimately been decided not to tie the priest up during the trip back. Instead, Yumie sat next to him in the back of the van, pointing his own gun at him whenever he breathed in a way she disapproved of. She didn't worry about leaving fingerprints. Unlike the father, she wore gloves.
Patiently encouraged by the muzzle of a Desert Eagle on the back of his skull, he'd given the location of the stolen property and explained his involvement with the gang to the Bishop. He scouted out locations, told them about the layouts of the churches and when the best times to strike would be. He would receive a healthy portion of the money. They would receive the rest of the money and supplies for their occult activities. Sometimes, he would accompany them on the jobs. It had been an accident that he'd run into someone who knew him one night, and had killed the man to prevent him from telling anyone about what he'd seen.
It had been by sheer coincidence that Father Green had been asked to pick the sisters up at the airport. He, the pair had learned, was only supposed to deliver them to the bishop's office. Instead, he had tried to use the opportunity to try and dispose of the interlopers by quickly arranging an ambush. He was sure the group could handle two women, two nuns. He had been mistaken about that.
The Bishop had declined their offer to send Father Green to his final punishment. When asked why, he'd smiled benignly and answered, "you Sisters have done so much already, today. I believe secular means will be sufficient in this matter. You must realize that this is Texas."
The sisters now stood outside Bishop Landry's office, watching as Father Green was led away by police.
"So," Yumie asked after they had gone, "what do you want to do now? We're here for a few more days."
"I don't know," Heinkel responded. "I suppose we could sight see."
"And see what?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure there's something. The Alamo?"
"No," Yumie replied. "I think that's too far from here."
"Well, I guess we could -," Heinkel was interrupted by the ring of her cell phone.
"Hold on." She retrieved the phone from her coat pocket. "Hello, Chief . . . Father Renaldo? No, we haven't seen the news lately, we've been busy. We completed our mission early. Why do you ask? Yes, of course. Goodbye."
She hung up the phone. "That was Father Renaldo. We need get back to Rome right away."
"Why?" Yumie asked, "what's happened?"
"He didn't go into detail. Come on, we have to go to the airport. I'm going to tell Bishop Landry we're leaving." She headed to the office and knocked.
"Come in."
Heinkel opened the door and explained that they would have to be going back.
"Already?" He asked, amazed. "You two haven't been here a day."
"That's just the way it always is, Your Grace," Yumie responded, shrugging.
Heinkel nodded. "For us, that's just the usual."
A/N: And so, there they go, back to the Vatican for Crossfire #3.
This storyoriginally began as a response forto a fic challenge with quotes from"From Dusk Till Dawn", andtook on a life of its own. Feedback is always appreciated. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
A big thanks goes to kelles for beta reading.
Additional disclaimer: I do not own "From Dusk Till Dawn".
