Main Story Line Four
Name: Giovanni Vespucci
Status: Healthy, but incredible nervous
Inventory: IDs; Taser(Charged, fairly high in quality)
Karma: 0
Location: Kelton, St. Dymphna's Cathedral
Objective: None; Narrative (Current Day)
Cash: $1,150
*After returning to the dispatch office, their had been note left for Giovanni. At midnight, it requested a meeting with him - And in return Amedea would be given her safety.
The Cathedral of St. Dymphna, the Bishop's seat within Highler Ridge, was a marevolous structure, though under renovations from age and gang violence. The marble giant had long predated and reached above the skyline of the crystal towers of corruption found in Kelton. Giovanni had spent many nights in his younger years, after traveling from Italy, hidden in the vast catacombs beneath the hall in which he stood; The silent craddle beneath the fast paced society layed home to the children of this world, long forget, since returned to their Mother in peaceful bliss.
Giovanni waited above these vast catacombs, back-right near the stainglass window of the sorrowful virgin, her eyes filled with remorse and dissappointment. The nightly choir had begun to sing, the lights dimmed and only candles illuminating way to the altar. Preparing for Communion, Giovanni thought to himself.
A shaded figure, carefully sliding about as not to be scorched by the candles' light, sat near Giovanniy. A shadow he knew all too well, but one that was yet so foreign. It was Claudio, his brother. Claudio was a charismatic man. Such a mask he wore that sealed his pain, a snide smile and deep set dark eyes, a sea of shades calling for help. A mask that bore hardly a dent or wrinkle, but one that had been aged many years beyond his time*
"Hello, fratello." Claudio said to me, a standard greeting he had no doubtly stated thousands of times to complete strangers - So appropriate, I suppose. "I asked you here for a simple favor - a way to reconnect with my long lost brother - though I'm sure this you have guessed. I'm sure you can accomplish it."
The choir had begun to sung, ushering in the late-takers of Communion. Confiteor Deo omnipotenti, beatae Mariae, semper Virgini....
"I hope only for your best and the best for a large piece in our lives: SeQuence."
Beato Michaeli Archangelo, beato loanni Bapistae
"I'll get to the point, no sense in beating around the bush. Your dear friend, Amedea, is within a Church-owned care facility. However, she shall not be for long."
Sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo, omnibus Sanctis
"SeQuence desires to buy out the facilty, and all others for that matter, so that dying or criminally insane 'persons' can be tested upon to further our research. Your friend could easily be placed in such a catagoury - most these days can."
Et vobis, fratres: quia peccari
"However, several of SeQuence's shareholders and one or two Board members fears that this may be 'inhumane' or 'bad publicity'. Fools. Which is why I want you to kill them."
Nimis cogitatione, verbo et opere
Giovanni was frozen. Why, after all these years, would he want him to do this? Why not he hire on someone else?
"The reason I ask you this is simple. For one, you're not a part of SeQuence. What you do is totally independent. And two, I want you to return to our old life. One of wealth, of fame. You'll never worry nor want again."
Mea culpa
"Don't you feel any guilt, any remorse?" I heard myself lashing out upon my brother, but in a voice that was not mine. It sounded more of my mother's. "You willing allow these streets to grow more and more corruot under your hands!"
Mea culpa
"Why should I feel guilty?" Claudio cried, saddened, angered, and confused. "This town has done nothing for me nor anyone else! I feel good to wipe away the want-to-be thugs and violent gangs, even if it takes corruption to do so! The power is just a bonus, being the CEO I am."
Mea maxima culpa
"I am here, offering you a chance to live better and you thank me through outbursts" Claudio's eyes crushed me, I felt so small and minscule, unable to say anything more beneath the sorrowful glance of the Virgin. "Illogical, you may be, but ungrateful! You have a great deal to learn. To go any further one must abuse the systems, it is the only way to control it."
Ideo precor beatam Mariam semper Virginem,
"But, a choice is a choice. I suppose I'll just hire another, get it done either way. Your friend will be a lovely first subject." Claudio gave an pretensious smile, but one that was doubtful of itself.
beatum Michaelem Archangelum, beatum Ioannem Baptistam,
"You'll learn yet. I remember when I was as blind as you." Claudio bellowed, avoiding any candle light that grew brighter at the altar
sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum, omnes Sanctos,
"Good day, 'fratello'. Have fun - what is it you do? - taxiing." Claudio stepped out of the church, careful not to to look upon the altar that shone in front, so close, yet so far from me.
et vos, fratres, orare pro me ad Dominum Deum nostrum.
The choir silence, the Church dimmer. The hours passed. There I layed, alone in the dark, afraid.
I didn't have time to reread, so feel free to point out any errors. :S
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