Carmody sighed. Lodgeman and Englund did as many of their tests as they could without asking the boy to show his face. Not proof positive, but definitely suggestive. The other two things? And, his hair is brown, but there are white streaks in it now. Then Father Carmody had to go down and begin the service, leaving Sister Catherine to keep an eye on them. Lodgeman nodded non-committally. How do you feel about that? Kerry slumped under his blanket.
Charlie brightened. Makes a change from the wailing and gnashing of teeth that we usually hear. Kerry nodded. Then he fell to his feet, and began praying intently. Englund produced a series of pendulums on a rod with a built-in level, and Lodgeman brought out an Y-shaped birch rod. Sister Catherine gave the dowsing rod a sere look. As the boy prayed, the pendulum began to swing, the dowsing rod started to twitch, and Englund and Lodgeman started taking notes furiously.
Kerry started to tremble, and then his hands flew apart. Lodgeman, Rev. Sister Catherine was struck still for a solid minute before she collected herself enough to cross herself and begin to pray. Kerry was still on his knees, praying with everything that he had. He began shaking again, and again his hands flew apart. Englund and Sister Catherine were knocked off their feet and Lodgeman himself was thrown against the wall with considerable force.
Lodgeman picked himself up more slowly. During your Mass, he used prayer to force premature manifestations, so I doubt that there will be anymore repeats of that episode that you described, with him feeling compelled to join the service, as it were.
Lodgeman sighed. What he dealt with was neither a PK construct nor a routine manifestation, as most mutant effects are. Englund shook his head. There are too many mutant traits that overlap with the supernatural. Father John paused, and took the offered slip of paper. Back at their hotel, Lodgeman and Englund compared notes. Getting the boy out legally may be out of the question. But there is NO WAY that there was enough mystic energy in the emotions of that Mass, to have the kind of kick that we saw.
Charlie nodded back. Why the difference? I do get the impression that he was trying to get it out before it started making him do things. Englund chewed on that a bit. Lodgeman shook his head. Englund threw down a pencil, and gave Lodgeman a look of exasperation. Charlie we have GOT to get that child to Whateley! And as Trustees at Whateley, we can hide behind our professional confidentiality.
Englund raised an eyebrow. And, unless I miss my guess, Father Carmody rather enjoys having packed houses at his Masses. Lodgeman irritably tapped his pencil on the desk. How about this? We stay here together until Sunday, and I go back up to Whateley for a week. Two weeks should air you out a bit. Englund made a face. See if you can get an option on the Champion jet for emergencies. It was becoming more melodic, more like music that you half-heard in the background than static. Still, it was making it hard to read or watch TV.
Father John had given him a few books on things like the basics of Catholic dogma. Well, they had been thrashing these things out for, like, thousands of years.
But, if it was all supposed to be about God, how come it read like one of those insurance plans that his mom was always going on about? He missed his Mom and Dad. God, how lame was that? Dammit- are saints allowed to cuss? He wondered what had happened to Iceberg or E-Z, or the other kids. Yeah, nobody noticed. He wondered if he could get Father John to bring him some newspapers. If nothing else, maybe he could catch up with the funnies. Maybe if he went online, he could get an e-mail out to his rents!
Kerry got up off the bed and wrapped the white blanket around his head. Oh, Fuck. Just his LUCK! He threw himself on his bed in frustration. Then there was a knock on the door. Kerry hurriedly draped the white blanket over his head, and carefully went to the door. Father John was standing there, a weird look on his face. And, you will being doing a sick old woman a great service. Caprera has Rheumatoid Arthritis in most of the joints of her body. Her doctor is worried about her heart, and her family is worried to death about her.
Kerry felt his eyes go wide. James the Greater, one of the Apostles. Obtain for us strength and consolation in the unending struggles of this life. Help us to follow Christ constantly and generously, to be victors over all our difficulties, and to receive the crown of glory in heaven. You will know what it means, and Mrs. Caprera will know what it means. I want you to hold her hands and say that along with her.
Kerry pulled on his ski jacket and arranged the white blanket around his head. There were seven of them, ranging from a five-year old girl to a grandmotherly woman in maybe her mid-sixties. They were all gathered around the grandmother, who was praying furiously. Even Kerry, who never paid that much attention to the religious thought of his own Unitarian church such as it was could tell that she was saying her rosary.
Bead by bead, she pulled the rosary through stiff fingers that looked like bundles of gnarled sticks. It was agonizing, just to watch her. Father John stood before Mrs. Caprera looked up at him with huge dark eyes and said that she understood. She knelt before Kerry, her rosary still laced among her swollen-jointed hands. Kerry felt really uncomfortable with someone kneeling in front of him like that, so he knelt along with her and took her hands between his.
Father John held both their hands between his in moral support. Kerry felt utterly ridiculous doing this and wanted to stop it. But he felt Mrs. Caprera still moving her rosary between his hands.
He started to say the prayer in a hushed voice, and she joined with him. And he felt her pain. He literally felt the pain in her hands as she moved the rosary, through her fingers. And he felt the pain in her knees as she knelt. And the pain in her hips, and in her shoulders, and in her back, and the thundering sound of her heart beating in her chest.
And he felt the ironclad conviction in her heart that helped her endure it all. Maybe, if he really tried, he could free them both. Everyone knew that St. Gina startled, but she managed to get a good grasp of her skepticism.
It was just a light show, something that would only fool the biggest rube in the world. Really it-. Nana Isobel kept saying her rosary, but the halting stiffness was leaving. Her fingers became quicker and easier; the rosary flew through her fingers. Just that overwhelming sense of the presence of something greater, something pure. Father John felt the energy build and take form between his hands. The energy flowed into Mrs. She stiffened, and then relaxed. A beatific smile wreathed her face.
There was no ecstatic laughter or tears, just the sublime joy of expectation finally realized. She flexed her hands tentatively. But Father John could feel Kerry jerk and stiffen. Father Almaguer was on the phone within a half-hour. Bottled water into wine? I provided a simple prayer to St. James the Greater as a guide for the effort, and it seems to have helped both of them.
Well, somewhat. Despite the fact that he was on the phone, Father John shrugged. Suki Sanchez was frustrated and gratified in equal parts. She was frustrated that two other TV News vans had set up shot around St. And the fact that the local merchants were giving her a special discount on coffee and snacks helped. Regardless, the street vendors were having a field day. The steps and immediate front of St.
Almost as if on cue, three black sedans pulled up and six men in nearly identical black suits got out. Suki checked to see if they were wearing clerical collars, on hopes that they might be some sort of official legation from the archdiocese. Red ties, black suits, six-man squads in teams of two, three cars with tinted windows to confuse anyone who might follow: the MCO had made the scene.
The Men In Black are here! Come quick! Father John was out of the office like a shot. If Mrs. Newton was worried for Sister Catherine, then the other shoe had finally dropped. He found Sister Catherine holding the front door like Horatius at the bridge, arguing loudly but firmly with someone just outside.
Father John stepped up to the door. Father Kaustmeier, a Jesuit of his acquaintance, would have approved.
The MCO agents were neither amused nor convinced. They tried to push their way past the priest. The two MCO agents turned to find themselves looking down the barrel of a news camera and a microphone being shoved into their faces by Suki Sanchez, who was wearing her KGTH badge prominently.
Cued by a hint given her by Natalie, via her earpiece, Suki cut them off. The MCO thug was beginning to lose his temper. This was the problem with operating within the US, all the sidewalk lawyers.
Then, a small stone rapped him on the side of the head. The one who was standing before the others, bouncing another pebble in his hand, was maybe 22 or His broad face was glowing with the prospect of a good fight in a good cause. Their faces uniformly showed the sullen scowl of Latinos looking for a brawl. Suki and her cameraman pulled back, taking in the tableau. Father John pulled his arm free, and the MCO agents carefully pulled back past the tape.
Father John straightened himself, and gave them the Stations of the Cross in a blessing. Over to you, Suki! The noise was steadily becoming a song. The problem was, that it was going on all the time! While his sight had come back after an hour or so, Kerry was still stiff in some of his joints. He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep. Jonah had done everything that he could to get out of it, and The Lord had come for him. Jonah had screwed up everything, seven ways to Sunday, but The Lord just kept coming for him.
He flexed his hand, feeling the stiffness slowly fading and thought about Mrs. All that was just kid stuff, fooling around shit. This was real. Caprera; it had helped her whole family. They needed her. The scene outside St. The local merchants were worried that it might get ugly. Still, it was regarded as a pretty easy gig, so in tried and true NYPD style, they assigned rookies and veterans who only had about a year or so until they retired to the detail.
Ricci was the rookie, Delaney was the veteran. Delaney leaned against a car and savored his free cup of coffee. Ricci turned to see who was talking to them, and spilled his coffee going for his gun. The man- if that term really applied here- was sitting on top of a mailbox, and made it look like an ottoman. He was huge, at least seven feet tall and over four hundred pounds, none of it flab.
He had the build of a man who loads bags of cement by hand all day, and his skin was the color of a radish. His face was that of a Latin devil, right down to the beard. Two rows of sharp horns ran down his skull, piercing his long greasy black hair. He wore one of those specially made denim bib overalls, the sort that they make for the incredibly obese, over a flannel shirt that looked like it had been crudely stitched together from several different shirts. Poking through the ends of the overalls, just barely dangling off the ground, were two cloven hooves.
He had a blanket draped over his shoulders, and carried a duffel bag at his hip. He was sitting there with the air of a man kicking back, enjoying a concert. Delaney stopped Ricci. Hey, El Penitente! The towering figure smiled broadly and swept a hand at the vigil, and the sounds of the Mass coming from inside. Ricci looked at Delaney in blank confusion. Now, he eats sins.
Not quite. Like that. El Penitente turned a cold eye on him. Ricci and Delaney, who had been sipping their coffee winced. El Penitente threw his head back and took a deep breath, like he was savoring a bakery. This is like sweet wine! I gotta make it so weak that some day I can get it to come out.
Really pissed off the Cardinal. Kerry found some fresh clothes in his room when he came back from the shower. He silently blessed Mrs. Newton; his old ones had been getting kind of funky. The vigil outside St. Even the faithful go home at night. Well, most of them, anyway. Earl and Nat were waiting for Suki to stir her stumps and get there, and be bored right along with the working stiffs. Earl was silently debating taking some shots of that oddball devil-looking guy who was wrapped up in some blankets in an alley across the street from the church.
There had to be some sort of story in it. But what did he know, he was just a camera jockey, not a real reporter, for what that was worth. Then a long Caddy and a van with some broadcast gear on top, but no markings on the side, pulled up. The man in the ice cream suit marched up to the door of the church with the Bible in his left hand, and hammered on the door with his right.
Sister Esperanza hurried to the door of the church, wondering who could be so disrespectful this early in the morning. She barely had the door open, when the large, rather vulgar man in white on the other side forced the door open.
Sister Esperanza saw a TV camera right behind the loudmouth, and wondered if it was permissible to karate-kick a Protestant in the stomach on TV. Brother Raymond and his camera-jockey charged into the rectory, where a very confused Father Carmody came out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee and a cheese danish in his hands.
Brother Raymond paused only for a moment and thrust his Bible forward. He realized that, put the danish in his other hand, and resumed the gesture. The target should be in one of the bedrooms allocated for the use of the priests and nuns. Should we sent the Capture Team out? The Mission Leader shook his head, his eyes fixed on the video display. Wait until he has the target directly in hand, maybe has it down the stairs. Kerry had just pulled on a clean Tee shirt and briefs, when he heard the noise in the hallway.
Cautiously, he opened his door, and poked his head out into the hall. Kerry immediately got a distinct impression that the man who was used to using volume and verbal onslaught to get his way instead of facts, perspective, sequence or logic.
Shouting all sorts of nonsense, the man in white hauled him out of the room and frog-marched him down to the stair. Finally, Kerry lost his temper.
Of Me! The cameraman paused, then stepped forward, aiming his rig at Kerry. Two barbed wires shot out from the camera, hitting Kerry squarely in the chest. Kerry jerked as several thousand volts of electricity coursed through the wires.
The side door of the van slid open. Men in SWAT grade body armor swarmed out, carrying assault rifles, combat shotguns and some odd-looking exotic weaponry. Five of them immediately formed a support team outside the church, covering all of the early vigil-attendants and the two police officers.
The remaining five crashed through the door. One of them paused to take out Sister Esperanza as the others charged up the stars. At the top of the stairs, the cameraman had already tasered Father Carmody, and was coping with an enraged Sister Catherine.
Earl grinned as he taped the gunmen covering the cops. Then there was a roar of outrage, and something reddish streaked out of an alley across the street. El Penitente charged shoulder-first into the van, knocking it so that it smashed into the Mission Leader and another gunman.
The remaining gunmen automatically opened fire on El Penitente. On the other hand the electric shocks from the charged water cannons really pissed him off. Officers Jamirez and Katz, no longer being covered, immediately took cover. Jorge took out the other one by wading through the stinging spray and twisting the water cannon into origami with his bare hands.
Then the capture team came bursting out of the church. Forewarned by the sound of gunfire, they came out with the assault rifles and combat shotguns at ready. Next came two of the capture team, dragging Kerry along, his head and hands bound in some sort of high-tech yoke. El Penitente waded through the gunfire, and pushed the gaping gunmen aside. Kerry was finally able to clear his head- somewhat. The halo blazed like the sun, and he threw the two much-larger men from him like rag dolls.
The guy was HUGE. And red. And he had horns. And he had a face like the devil. It was a study in contrasts. On one hand, the angel had just thrown two big burly men around like toys, and there was a light like that which shone through the doorway to Heaven about her head.
And the only thing about her that he could really SEE were these two big scared golden eyes peering out at him from under the blanket. Jeez, she must be only a KID. A battered looking Father Carmody appeared right behind him and jumped him, sending the gun scattering. Father John may not have been in the league as the fabled New York Irish Priests of the 19 th Century, but like most priests he had studied some boxing, and he quickly put the gunman down.
The scattered assault teams were struggling to get to their feet, when they were overwhelmed by the outraged vigil-holders. Nicky Minaj - "Starships" Pitbull feat. Chris Brown - "International Love" PSY - "Gangnam Style" Rihanna - "Diamonds" Rihanna - "Where Have You Been" Tyga - "Rack City" Usher - "Climax" Usher - "Scream" The Wanted - "Glad You Came" Am feat. Eva Simons - "This is Love" Zedd feat.
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