A slim young man slid around the corner, his pale skin blotched with hectic red and one eye twitching erratically. An outsider might have raised an eyebrow at one so young already in clerical garb, but in Section XIII, it was the norm. As was the fact that this young man was in one sort of trouble or another.

"Enrico! Give those back before she kills something!" Another youth in a cassock slid and almost fell taking the sharp turn into the broad gallery that ringed the cloister courtyard.

"Piss off, Wolfe. This has nothing to do with you." Enrico didn't look back at his pursuer, instead putting on a burst of speed. If he could make it out of here, he could lose Wolfe in the dormitories. This argument wasn't that one's business anyway, this was between him and…

Almost there.

Enrico ducked through the door out of the cloister and stopped short when a steely grip clamped down on his collar. He gagged when the grip tightened chokingly, but the owner of the iron hand relaxed it enough to allow his captive to breathe.

"Father Renaldo, I was just…"

"He was being an…" interrupted Wolfe, whose mouth shut with a snap when Renaldo turned a sharp eye toward the latecomer.

Renaldo brought his other hand around to show them the girl dangling from his grip like a scruffed kitten. "Someone has Yumiko's glasses." He fixed Enrico with a glare. "And if that someone doesn't put them on Yumie's face right this instant, that someone is going to be scrubbing the cathedral floor on his bare hands and knees for the rest of the month."

Enrico fished Yumiko's glasses out of his pocket and held them out. Yumie, until now quiet in Renaldo's hold began to kick and jerk to get away.

"Let me," muttered Wolfe and took the glasses from Enrico. After kicking Wolfe in the stomach once and biting hard enough to leave a bruise, Yumiko's glasses finally found their home on her nose and the violence ended.

"Now, someone will tell me what this was about."

The three young Iscariots looked at each other before Enrico cleared his throat. "I set Yumie loose on Bartlett, sir."

"And I tried to stop him," interrupted Wolfe, subsiding when Renaldo held up a hand.

"Why did you set Yumie on Bartlett?" Renaldo frowned and shook Enrico when the young man didn't answer.

"Succession by assassination." Enrico's eye was twitching crazily and every word showed more teeth than was normal. "It's tradition."

"Bartlett is in a senior position, Maxwell. You don't think to jump ranks like that, do you?" He shook his head and sighed when the young man only looked at him defiantly. This boy had been nothing trouble and promised to continue to be nothing else.

He was going to need someone to keep an eye on him.