Chapter 100 Chapter Ninety-Nine

"Is there any news about Olivetti?" On the way Rochel escorted the Pope's servant to the Sistine Chapel back to the Pope's office, the Pope's servant asked wearily. "No, sir. I'm afraid it's a bad luck." Coming to the Pope's office, the Pope's servant said in a low voice: "Captain, I have nothing to do here tonight. I'm afraid I have interfered too much. I want to go into the office to pray and don't want to be disturbed by anyone. The rest Just leave it to fate." "Yes, sir." "No time to ask, Captain, find that storage as soon as possible."

"We're still searching," Rochelle said nervously, "that thing seems to be hidden very secretly." The facial muscles of the pope's servant couldn't help twitching, as if he couldn't think of such a situation. "Yes, by 11:15 p.m., if the church is still in danger, I want you to evacuate all the cardinals. I entrust their lives to you. I only ask for one thing: let these bishops Get out of this place with dignity. Let them retreat to St. Peter's Square and fight alongside the faithful everywhere. I don't want people to end up with the impression that the church is a bunch of timid elders who sneak out the back door. guy."

"Yes, sir. What about you? Shall I call you by 11:15?" "No." "gentlemen?" "I will leave when the Holy Spirit calls me." Rocher wondered if the Pope's chamberlain was planning to die with the Vatican. The Pope's chamberlain opened the door and entered the Pope's office. "Honestly..." He turned around while speaking, "There is one more thing." "What is it, sir?" "It seems to be chilly in the office tonight, and I'm shaking." "The electric heater is broken, let me make a fire for you."

The pope's servant smiled tiredly and said, "Thank you, thank you very much." Roacher left the pope's office, leaving the papal chamberlain to pray by the fire in front of the statuette of the Virgin Mary.It was an eerie sight: against the flickering firelight, a dark figure knelt on the floor.Rochel was walking into the hall when a guard ran towards him. Although there was only candlelight, Rocher recognized Lieutenant Chatran at a glance.He is young and inexperienced, but has a passion for doing things. "Captain," Chartrand yelled, handing the phone, "I think the Pope's chamberlain's speech helped. We got a call from the caller who said he could help us. He was through a special extension of the Holy See. Calling, I don't know how he knows the number."

Rochel stopped and asked, "What did you say?" "He only speaks to senior officers." "Any news from Olivetti?" "No, sir." He answered the phone and said, "This is Captain Rochelle, a senior officer here." "Rocher," said the voice, "I will explain to you who I am and tell you what to do next." The caller hung up, and Rochelle stood there transfixed.Now he knew exactly who was giving orders to him. Back at the "European Nuclear Center", Kohler's voice mailbox kept sending out technical authorization inquiry messages, and Sylvie Podlock was about to record them all in a hurry.The dedicated phone on the director's desk rang suddenly, and Sylvie was startled.Nobody knows that number.She answered the phone.

"Hello. Who is this?" "Miss Podlock? This is Director Kohler. Contact the pilot, my jet will take off in five minutes."