bloody mary 2012, london
“This place gives me the creeps.” The disciple whispered into the tiny mic extending from his earpiece to just beside his mouth. His night-vision goggles created an eerie green glow over the narrow passageway three levels below the main nave of Westminster Abbey. Over three thousand bodies were buried beneath the ancient London landmark, and he moved cautiously past the rows of crypts. He and his partner were dressed in military black. The first disciple aimed a stock-mounted automatic machine pistol at the tunnel ahead while the second disciple gripped the handle of a duffel bag in one hand and an ultra-sensitive underground GPS unit in the other—its signal utilizing four miniature directional antennae secretly prepositioned around the church. As the two men moved through the pitch-black subterranean labyrinth, the second disciple whispered their location every thirty seconds. “Almost there.
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