Time: Modern Day
Location: Vatican City

Petros(Carter) became fascinated with World War II now. The Secret Deals made with Hitler, Mussolini and even Hirohito and the Vatican's role in, not merely their implementation, but rather their instigation was all there in plain sight.

The so-called leaders of the world at the time, both political and financial were exposed as merely puppets of the real power broker . . . the Vatican.

Petros' body reacted to the horror and excitement generated by Carter's spirit as the investigative reporter inside him took over. These weren't merely "bombshells" as modern media likes to continually label all and any new development in breaking news, but these truly were atomic bombs.

These could destroy the very fabric of society if revealed to the general public. They would certainly oversee the destruction of the Roman Catholic Church. Something that a multitude of scandals including the level of child molestation in the teaching Brotherhood and Priesthood all the way up to the Bishops, Cardinals and even the Holy See itself had failed to do. None of the scandals publicly revealed, had done much to dent the kevlar-like armour of clergy.

But this, Petros(Carter), surmised was a completely different ball game. Okay I get it, Petros(Carter) mused, I understand why they don't want any of this to come out. I understand why there would be such a position, in the Vatican, as mine and Carlos' even. But why kill an innocent girl like Amelia, and then me, who knew nothing of this, and then my grandmother for simply asking questions?

Petros(Carter) then realised he probably had the answer right here in Peter's memory banks.

Surely Peter or Petros as they want to call him here at the Vatican, surely they have explained to him why they had to kill his one true love, and a person who turned out to be his illegitimate son, and then to go and target his son's family, killing his grandmother; and almost killing his adoptive family, best friend and lover.

Petros(Carter) began to scan through memories, fleeting things came and were gone, flashes of insight, mixed with emotions of loathing, memories of debauchery . . .  of Dan, of travelling to Rome. It was not at all like the movies Carter had seen in the HereAfter, he decided.

Here it was much harder; like a jumble sale of thoughts and emotions. An overall pall of sadness and loss permeated the thoughts. A hunger, almost vampire-like obsession with a prey. Only the prey, as far as Peter had been concerned, turned out to be Amelia, Carter's real mother.

Again Carter was confronted with the realization that this body, this brain, he was inhabiting, had not only been his biological father, but had orchestrated his death, and that of his grandmother. Yet he had fallen into a blind murderous rage when he had learnt what had happened to his soul mate, Amelia. They had effectively worked in concert to extract revenge but for two seemingly different reasons.

Petros(Carter) screamed out in anguish. There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Are you alright in there Monsignore?" a concerned Sol asked.

Petros(Carter) composed himself quickly. "Err. Yes, thank you Sol, Everything is fine. I just got a shock from something I read is all. You don't need to report it do you?"

"Not if you don't want me to. No, down here, you are the Capo. How you say in English . . . the boss."

"Let's just forget about it then. Eh. It never happened."

"As you wish, Monsignore, as you wish."
Never mind you are not the first I've heard lose it in there, and you won't be the last. I, for one, do not wish to know what horrors may be hidden in the Vault Of Secrets.

The last fleeting memory Petros(Carter) had come across involved a mixture of elation with a guitar, pleasure with a sex act with a beautiful girl in a hotel room in Rome, and the ever present revulsion for the brutal murder committed therein.

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