The Cardinal sighed and turned, hands behind his back. He seemed to be looking out of a nonexistent window.
"The Papa is dead. The conclave is beginning. I must attend."
Guido nodded silently. "I suspect that the 'visitors' will want to provide some, ah, input, to the choice."
The Cardinal shook his head. "Now is not the time to reveal these 'visitors'.
Our agent in Nevada has reported that they are too few to have the impact we feared."
Guido nodded silently. As far as he was concerned the 'visitors' could go back to whatever gray hell they came from. I am not a violent man, he thought, but I hate them.
I fear them.
"The Papa is dead. The conclave is beginning. I must attend."
Guido nodded silently. "I suspect that the 'visitors' will want to provide some, ah, input, to the choice."
The Cardinal shook his head. "Now is not the time to reveal these 'visitors'.
Our agent in Nevada has reported that they are too few to have the impact we feared."
Guido nodded silently. As far as he was concerned the 'visitors' could go back to whatever gray hell they came from. I am not a violent man, he thought, but I hate them.
I fear them.
once known as El Goobero