Hello everyone! I do not own Stephen King's The Dark Tower, nor Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child's Brimstone. All characters are used out of admiration for such a great authors. I also do not own the following anime Chrono Crusade, the Get Backers, or Hellsing. This is a work of Fanfiction, based off of ideas of myself and a friend of mine.

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Chapter 6 – Comin' To Your City

The morning light crept into the shades of St. Raphael's rectory to find Fr. Kyle already awake having his breakfast. His usual sleeping habits would have been appalled at his early rising, but moments such as these weren't without explanation. Throughout the night Kyle had mused over the thought of Raphael truly being present somewhere in the country, even more in his own city. How could it be? He had thought it over a thousand times and still he couldn't get a stable answer. His head ached, but he didn't take any pain killers. Instead he offered it up. Maybe he'd be rewarded with some much needed information…or with a worse headache.

He was pouring of the morning newspaper when Fr. Remmington strolled into the kitchen adjusting his Roman collar.

"Fr. Kyle, you're up unusually early today. Normally we don't hear from you until at least 9:30."

"Couldn't sleep last night…"

"I suppose not, what with Sister Kate watching your every move"

Kyle quickly glanced around to ensure that he wasn't in fact being watched. His nerves still hadn't quite recovered from the surprise visit. Sister Kate was not one to irritate.

Remmington moved toward the sink and began to prepare the morning coffee, adding his own special spices to the mix. He prepared breakfast as well. Fr. Kyle wasn't much of a cook, even with toast, so Remmington graciously lent his talents.

Moments later Remmington was seated with a tray of toast, bagels, fresh coffee, some fruit, and a bowl of Captain Crunch.

"So tell me, what happened last night with Mr. Chambers."

Fr. Kyle sighed as he poured milk over his Captain Crunch, "I got there about the same time that forensics started doing they're analysis. I walked pushed through the crowd, got yelled at by a Satanist, and finally reached the scene where I was brought to Chamber's body. I met with Lieutenant D'Agosta, but he didn't disclose much. Ten deaths, high caliber shot to the head, a message left at each one. Pretty much what we could have found out at a newsstand."

"I see…I suppose this means we'll have to play detective again."

"Undoubtedly," Fr. Kyle said in between spoonfuls.

"Oh, I gave Constance your request. She'll begin researching the symbol today. Hopefully there will be something to try and pull the crimes together."

"Hmph, I'm going to call a Parish Council meeting today to discuss our movements concerning the case. I'll be counting on your support, Ewan."

"I needn't say that you already have it. If I may ask, what do you think of the case?"

Kyle thought for a moment staring at his breakfast before he began eating again.

"I don't know what to think. It looked like a bunch of random deaths, but soon became serial killings. No trace of the killer and no suspects. It's too clean…there's something that isn't right about the thing. It's almost…supernatural…that a man could kill eleven people and not leave a single trace as to whom or what he might be."

Remmington nodded in agreement, "Yes, it certainly does. Hopefully when Constance presents her research with the symbol as well as other deaths in the fashion of Chambers we will have something to chase," he stood, "Pardon me for a moment, I must go collect the morning paper."

"Oh just let the secretary get it on her way in," he called impatiently.

"Sorry, I must have my morning paper or else breakfast is incomplete," Remmington called back."

Kyle waited until Remmington left to take what was left of the toast and munched happily. You take my dinner, I take your breakfast. It's only fair…ish…

Remmington returned carrying the morning paper under his arm and took his seat at the table. He opened it and with a free hand reached out to find his toast he left in the care of Fr. Kyle. He succeeded in finding one remaining slice and took a bite out of it. With his face hidden behind the paper, Kyle was all but alone.

"It appears the Sox won last night."

A grin of satisfaction spread across Kyle's face. At least one good thing happened last night.

Moments passed in almost silence as the papers shifted with each turn. Finally Remmington turned back to the front page he had skipped to deliver Kyle's news. His eyes narrowed and a grunt of surprise escaped him.

"What?"

"See for yourself," he said as he handed Kyle the paper.

"Limitless" Reconstruction Project to Begin

New York – In a recent movement the rights to the

Tower of Senef, commonly known to citizens as the

"Limitless Fortress", have been claimed by Industrial

Positronics.

The "Limitless Fortress" has for many years been a

Crime ridden area, comparable to a hedonistic

Jungle. After its former owner, Lightning King Inc.,

Abandoned the project the tower remained in a

"in-construction" state. It has been the hotspot for

many of the more infamous gangs of our city, including

"The Voltz", "Snake Bite", and the "Dr. J's." In recent

years, however, the area has been dormant, but citizens

are still wary of returning to it.

Industrial Positronics' spokesman,Senior Executive

Walter O'Dim, commented on the recent business

venture. "We want to pick up right where Lightning

King left off and create a center of technological

advancement," says Walter O'Dim, "America needs

to stand up to the technological race that is happening

in our modern world, and not only stand, but seize its

opportunity. That is exactly what we at Industrial

Positronics plan to accomplish."

Industrial Positronics has long been involved in

Nano technology, biomedical technological

Advancement, and robotics. This company now

Accounts for most of the microchips and A.I.

Technology used by hospitals, N.A.S.A., and even

The Military.

"They're actually going to rebuild that place? I thought they learned their lesson with the wars that went on a few years ago?" Kyle exclaimed in shock.

"It appears that some are ignorant to the mistakes of the past," replied Remmington, "I only hope that this doesn't end like the last attempt at control of the tower."

"I don't think I'll ever understand humanity, at times their predictable and at other times they surprise you in ways you never thought possible."

"Well they were made in His image and likeness after all," Remmington added with a smirk.

"Yeah, He can be pretty surprising Himself can't He?"

"Indeed."

Fr. Kyle returned to the last of his cereal as Remmington informed him of the schedule for the day: Mass at 7:00 am, afternoon visits to parishioners in the hospitals, Meeting with the Order, couples counseling, meetings with new parishioners, and finally dinner. The two proceeded to divide the agenda. Fr. Remmington offered to celebrate Mass and visit the parishioners, while Kyle prepared for the meetings with the Order tonight. Tonight he would break the news about the possibility of Raphael's resurfacing into the world and their future plans to track him. Also Sisters Constance and Anne Marie should have some information on the homicides. Another day in the life of Super Priest. I love it.

Fr. Kyle disposed of his dish into the dishwasher and said goodbye to Remmington as he worked his way into his office. A sea of paper mountains spread out haphazardly across the desks and chairs met him. His paperwork on the recent cases seemed to mock him with their presence. With a sigh he took his seat and began the late work that had earned him a privileged visit from Sister Kate.

He worked straight for a few hours before the office phone interrupted him. Stifling a yawn he picked up the phone.

"St. Raphaels."

"Fr. Kyle? This is Lieutenant D'Agosta."

"Yes Lieutenant, I suppose you've called about the file for the Order."

"Yeah I did. The file is ready for you, but I'd prefer if you could come down to the station to pick it up. That way if you have any questions it'd be easier to answer them."

"Alright, what time should I aim for?"

"How's quarter to one sound?"

"Sounds good. Thank you Lieutenant, I appreciate it."

"Your welcome. See you in a few hours."

As he terminated the call Kyle jotted down the time for reference and taped it to his computer screen. He got up to stretch, walked to the window, and glanced outside. School had begun already and the bells could just faintly be heard. He decided to stop by and pay a visit to the school before stopping by the station. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was only 8:56am. He had a little less than four hours to kill. Walking back to his desk he grabbed a pile of paperwork resting on a nearby chair and set to work on it.

Seeing that Remmington had taken the car for the hospital rounds Kyle's transportation choices were severely limited to walking and taking the train. The subway was only 5 blocks away and it gave him the chance to get in some exercise. As he walked down the streets sporting his Roman collar and signature Fendora hat he nodded to the people as they passed. No one would have guessed that this particular priest was investigating the recent homicides. Then again, everyone thought that all priests did was get fat off of the parishioners generous deserts. His fully toned abs begged to differ.

He reached the subway gate and purchased his ticket. Here came the fun part: Waiting. The train appeared seconds later, contrary to Kyle's prediction of thirteen minutes. Maybe I should have been a weatherman. He boarded the cramped subway taking an available seat, but soon offering it up to a mother and her child. He grabbed the nearest grip and held on as the train rocketed through the tunnel.

Kyle exited the subway and walked back up to the streets to reach the police station four blocks away. It was already 12:38. If he still wanted to be early he would have to be quick. He quickened his pace as he turned the corner towards the station. As he did so he rammed into a man coming from around the corner. As their shoulders collided an apology was already on Kyle's lips, but it remained in his throat as the man he slammed into met eyes with him. The man pushed past him and continued to walk on; his red coat flapping behind him as he walked.

Kyle remained fixed to the ground as he watched the man pass. Although it had only been a few seconds it had felt like an eternity. Upon hearing a blaring horn from the passing taxi's he awoke from his hypnotized state and began to hurry down the street towards the police station. The image of the man was still in his mind however.

The image of the man with the red eyes.