Meanwhile, in Rome Italy, it was about seven in the evening. Ezra and David were just over the ancient city in their camouflage jet. The sun had long ceased being the dominant source of light in the sky. A full moon now held that role. The city itself remained active with tourists crowding the brick-lined streets, restaurant and clubs down below. But this wasn't their stop. No, they were heading to the Vatican, a tiny country located in Rome; the home of Catholicism, the pope and Saint Peter's Basilica, their actual target.
Shortly from this, they made their way onto the sloping roof of the basilica. Ezra went to the edge and looked down. "It's almost closing hour," he said, watching as the crowd of tourists outside of the basilica dwindled. "I hope Essen and Merci are having better luck
