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"Aaaaand...there we go." he said as he flicked a final switch. "Right then, come on." he smiled and walked down as the lights slowly flicked on. It was rocky and earthen in the long catacombs compared to the smooth marble of the inside church. Every now and then, he'd look down to make sure nothing would get tripped. Eventually he came to the end and what looked to be a small opening. "This'll lead to the sewers if you go in. Or you can just dump the body. Either way works."

He turned and began to walk back to the main church building. He took out the two pistols and discarded them as he got to the entrance of the Dormatory. He looked at the blessed one and then the silver nitrate bullet one. "Hm..." he was thinking about what he was to do for the next few hours. Sleep sounded good. If he only could.

He places a cloth over the weapons and then takes out the cross from his belt, placing it on top of the cloth. He takes off the coat and then his shirt, revealing a belt along both arms holding four clips of ammo each. Checking it, he flicked his wrist and caught the ammo the slid out to be replaced by the next. He placed the ammo back and took off the belts, placing them around a small hook in the back of the closet. He put his shirt back on and sat. "It's not as beautiful as it seems, at least in comparison to some of the churches I've been to, especially the European ones."

"The only dangerous parts of them contrary to popular belief are the catacombs below, and a sectioned off portion of the church that you can get to by going behind the silver crucifix up there." he pointed toward the crucifix, large as it was on the back wall near where he would preach. "It's just a matter of being able to touch it without burning off your hand." he said with a smile. "And the catacombs just need to be disarmed, otherwise you take a step in there and you get sapped of life. It works on human trespassers too, not just the creatures of the night, no offence." he looked to her and smiled.

"I don't force mine on others, so don't worry about it." he smiles and stares up at the cross.

((night))

His cell phone rang and he stood, answering it.

"Quinn Renn speaking. Ah, Charles, nice of you to call....air port pick up? Right...Burgess...okay then, he should be arriving when? Now?! Ah, friend, you dissappoint me. I'll get going now." he picked up the coat, placing the belts on his arms and the guns in their holsters. He sighed and went out to the garage around back, picking up the keys. He opened the garage door and backed out, turning and going toward the airport.

He stopped in front of the door, stepping out and looking around for someone. He saw the cross immediately on the man's chest and waved him over through the throngs of people.