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vehicle.
“How can I help you officer?”
“You’re blocking the entrance to a private garage. Don’t you see that there are other places to park? Somebody will probably end up reporting you, so if you would be so kind as to move the vehicle, please.”
The other officer had been listening to the whole conversation from the other side of the car, but he had seen something inside that he hadn’t liked one bit. He followed the usual protocol. Without raising suspicion, he covertly contacted headquarters via his walkie-talkie and read them the license plate of the vehicle. He hung up and waited for a response.
“Sorry, officer. We’re waiting for a friend and we hadn’t realized. I’ll move it right away.”
The blonde man with a scar near his right eye started the car and put it into first gear, but something stopped him when he was ready to accelerate. It was the officer who had just stepped in front and was blocking their way. When he reached the driver’s door, he slowly gave him the once over.
“Before you go, could you explain to me why your friend has some long-range binoculars on the floor of the vehicle.”
There was a short silence.
“We just bought them in a hunting shop and we were testing them out,” he replied, despite knowing that he himself wouldn’t have believed that.
The officer slowly slid his hand towards his gun so as to have it as near as possible after what he had just heard. “It’s strange. Truth is, I don’t believe a word of what you’re telling me, so I reckon you’re a pair of Peeping Toms who use binoculars to spy on people who live around here.” The officer saw disbelief in the eyes of the two men and he continued with his interpretation of the facts. “Give me your identity cards, please. We’re going to check if you have any priors.”
“Whatever you say, but it’s in the inside pocket of my raincoat. Just let me get it.” Alpha 1 slowly moved his hand towards his pocket until he could feel the pistol; he grabbed it firmly and removed the safety catch before he took it out. Then he looked up at the two officers. “Here you are!”
Two shots echoed around the vehicle, muffled by leather. A second later, the two policemen dropped to the ground with two shots to the head.
“Quick! Take their car and get rid of the bodies! I’ll stay and watch the house.”
One of the doors to the vehicle opened and Alpha 2 stepped out on to the asphalt, following orders.
Chapter 8
I n the restaurant of a famous hotel in Rome, a group of people were locked in conversation as they were being served dinner. They were discussing the famous appearance some years before of a document that absolved the Templars, which had been covered in many major newspapers and sensationalist magazines. Contrary to popular belief, the Vatican had not wanted to dissolve the Knights Templar and did not condemn them as heretics, but it was embroiled in a political crisis and the pope, Clement V, died before the crisis could be sorted out. The news came to light a few years ago with the chance discovery of an astonishing document in the Vatican Archives - a piece of text from that Pontiff, which absolved the order.
A thirty-year-old woman was sharing her thoughts with the group with a look of resignation on her face. “I’ve sent piles of letters to the Vatican for years asking them to let me research their archives, but they always refuse my requests.”
One of the men who was at the table gently raised his glass of wine and, before taking a sip, loudly revealed that they had given him permission to do so, thus gaining the attention of all his dinner companions. “I’d wanted to gain entry to that room for many years. It holds a number of unimaginable secrets. I had a chance to see that document which absolves the Templars and I can vouch for its authenticity.” Everyone was thinking the same: if anyone was able to get into that room, then that was Richard Matheson. He carried on speaking.
“How can I help you officer?”
“You’re blocking the entrance to a private garage. Don’t you see that there are other places to park? Somebody will probably end up reporting you, so if you would be so kind as to move the vehicle, please.”
The other officer had been listening to the whole conversation from the other side of the car, but he had seen something inside that he hadn’t liked one bit. He followed the usual protocol. Without raising suspicion, he covertly contacted headquarters via his walkie-talkie and read them the license plate of the vehicle. He hung up and waited for a response.
“Sorry, officer. We’re waiting for a friend and we hadn’t realized. I’ll move it right away.”
The blonde man with a scar near his right eye started the car and put it into first gear, but something stopped him when he was ready to accelerate. It was the officer who had just stepped in front and was blocking their way. When he reached the driver’s door, he slowly gave him the once over.
“Before you go, could you explain to me why your friend has some long-range binoculars on the floor of the vehicle.”
There was a short silence.
“We just bought them in a hunting shop and we were testing them out,” he replied, despite knowing that he himself wouldn’t have believed that.
The officer slowly slid his hand towards his gun so as to have it as near as possible after what he had just heard. “It’s strange. Truth is, I don’t believe a word of what you’re telling me, so I reckon you’re a pair of Peeping Toms who use binoculars to spy on people who live around here.” The officer saw disbelief in the eyes of the two men and he continued with his interpretation of the facts. “Give me your identity cards, please. We’re going to check if you have any priors.”
“Whatever you say, but it’s in the inside pocket of my raincoat. Just let me get it.” Alpha 1 slowly moved his hand towards his pocket until he could feel the pistol; he grabbed it firmly and removed the safety catch before he took it out. Then he looked up at the two officers. “Here you are!”
Two shots echoed around the vehicle, muffled by leather. A second later, the two policemen dropped to the ground with two shots to the head.
“Quick! Take their car and get rid of the bodies! I’ll stay and watch the house.”
One of the doors to the vehicle opened and Alpha 2 stepped out on to the asphalt, following orders.
Chapter 8
I n the restaurant of a famous hotel in Rome, a group of people were locked in conversation as they were being served dinner. They were discussing the famous appearance some years before of a document that absolved the Templars, which had been covered in many major newspapers and sensationalist magazines. Contrary to popular belief, the Vatican had not wanted to dissolve the Knights Templar and did not condemn them as heretics, but it was embroiled in a political crisis and the pope, Clement V, died before the crisis could be sorted out. The news came to light a few years ago with the chance discovery of an astonishing document in the Vatican Archives - a piece of text from that Pontiff, which absolved the order.
A thirty-year-old woman was sharing her thoughts with the group with a look of resignation on her face. “I’ve sent piles of letters to the Vatican for years asking them to let me research their archives, but they always refuse my requests.”
One of the men who was at the table gently raised his glass of wine and, before taking a sip, loudly revealed that they had given him permission to do so, thus gaining the attention of all his dinner companions. “I’d wanted to gain entry to that room for many years. It holds a number of unimaginable secrets. I had a chance to see that document which absolves the Templars and I can vouch for its authenticity.” Everyone was thinking the same: if anyone was able to get into that room, then that was Richard Matheson. He carried on speaking.
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