Rocky doesn’t really sleep at night.
He just takes short intermittent naps...
...Awakened by the slightest noise.
Late one saturday night, Rocky was jolted out of sleep By a very unpleaant sound.
Welcome to Overnight smooth jazz with dj donny diamond.
A sound so unbearably annoying...
Good late evening and early morning, nightowls. we’ll be right back.
...That His natural acute stress response was triggered.
His heart rate and blood pressure increasing...
Fight or flight
as ROCKY charged through the forest, his transformation began...
I’ll be with you until 6:00 AM.
Tonight and every night...
...oblivious to what was lurking in the outside world.
STOP.
Inside Radio station 219, DJ Donny Diamond was spinning the smooth jazz...
“More Smooth Jazz”.
“More Smooth Jazz”.
“More Smooth Jazz”.
I Said...
STOP!!
Do I have your complete attention?...
YOU! Mister deejay! GOOD.
We’re making a few changes around here.
First of all...
All this has to go!
Now what do we have here?...
WELL, WELL, WEll...
Much Better, Much Better.
There’s your new playlist.. Dont make me come back here.
Thanks, Wolfman.
As DJ Donny Diamond watched rocky climb out of sight,...
It became clear that Some things were just meant to be.
Many Howls of approval would follow.
DJ Donny Diamond, playing Classic rock all night.
CHAPTER TWO
Cardinal Giovani awoke, perplexed. He struggled to find meaning in his very disturbing dream. What did it all mean...
RAVEN The Descent The Inferno THE FALL
THE PIT.
THE LAKE OF FIRE...
The DEMON, MEPHISTO...
As though on a mission, he dressed himself in plain black clerical cassock. Then He found a bicycle in the garage.
5:30 A.M. watch yourself, padre...
To serve in heaven?
To reign in hell??
Time to leave
Then He set out for Glasnevin cemetery. The words of MATT TALBOT’s obituary echoed in his mind:
Could it all be true?
The Chains?...
The Scars?...
The mortifications?...
or was it just inner city folklore...
The Cardinal arrived at Glasnevin Cemetery, Dublin’s famous burial ground.
So peaceful in the early morning quiet.
The final resting place of Michael collins and the Irish Revolutionaries.
a constant reminder...
“We know not the day...
...Nor the hour..
Matthew Talbot...
Who was he?
This Holy Man of Dublin?
This Irish Cleric?
This Spiritual Warrior of the working class?...
CHAIN MAN.
Somewhere in Eastern Europe, Present Day...
The Hoelker museum of Antiquities had recently acquired a priceless new artifact.
And two new uninvited guests...
Tommy and Anita were a couple of grifters from Florida.
jesus
They were somewhat intimidated at first.
oh my god...
Their plan was to move up to art theft.
This was their first trip to Europe. And Their first 'job’.
Not unususal for American tourists.
They’re unbelievable...
I know, but we’re here for the codex. Let’s get moving.
The Codex. The hoelker Musuem’s priceless new attraction
The codex is on display in the north wing.
This way...
Anita had done all of her research.
They had come well prepared.
Nope. They Just use old technology.
You were right. There’s next to no security here.
They proceeded into the maze of the museum...
This place is huge...
And creepy...
Through hall after hall..
Gallery after gallery...
how far does it go? We turn left up here.
Deeper and Deeper...
No Guards? No alarms? ok. We want THE terminal arcade. How Dramatic . It’s Right up here. Getting Closer... and Closer...
I know. It’s Crazy.
And Curiouser...
The Museum’s 'old school’ security staff was on duty That evening. They’ve always been on duty.
As for Tommy and Anita. before they’re finally 'brought to justice’ perhaps they’ll recall a Chapter and verse from another ancient text.
“THOU SHALT NOT STEAL”
Exodus 20:15
