Time: Modern Day
Location: Vatican City

The first thing the following morning PC wolfed down breakfast and virtually ran down the stairs from his first level apartment and rushed across St Peter's Square dodging a sea of well-wishers tipping hats and caps and singing, "Buongiorno Cardinale!"

It was way too early for the throng of American led tourists to clog the Piazza San Pietro. The well wishers this day were typically locals busying themselves dashing to and fro to their respective duties in the surrounding businesses and Papal offices that kept the Roman Catholic Church a well oiled machine of their Lord and Master.

PC wondered if they would greet him with the same enthusiasm with the full knowledge of what he had done and was about to do.

As his father's body rushed, his red cassock billowed in the light morning breeze and the swirl of the zephyr set up by the impressive and very beautiful statued walls of this most impressive of Squares. Carter accessed his father's memory and was at once overcome by a sense of guilt.

His body began to gag as a flash of a girl in a hotel room, a guitar, not just any guitar, the Fool, and a knife, and blood and sperm but lots of blood. The girl's lifeless eyes that had been so bright during lovemaking, were now, accusingly facing what was surely her most foul killer in the bed next to her. Peter, who had played her favourite song, had sung her a song he had written for a girl she reminded him of, who had made mad, passionate, drug fueled love to her, then must have stabbed her twenty times or more in a frenzy of passionate anger.

I wonder what these believers would think of their Cardinale, if they knew him as a murderer of prostitutes as well as priests. If they knew he was responsible for the recent killing of their beloved Black Pope. If they knew half the Secrets he was on his way to uncover, and the atrocities that had, no doubt been carried out, in his name, to keep them secret.

He was somewhat amazed at himself, that none of these thoughts of Peter's could really dampen the enthusiasm and righteous anticipation he felt for what was at his morning journey's end. The ChronoVisor, the amazing window into history, and perhaps even the future that was his alone, at least today it was, to explore.

Still I must check out that memory, it doesn't seem to sit well. Killing out of revenge or a need for justice to be served I totally get, but the bloody scene of that girl . . .I just don't think my father could have done that. I should check it out and now I have the means at my disposal to do just that. My revenge is going to have to wait. This ChronoVisor changes everything.

I'd heard rumours but that was just a conspiracy theory wasn't it? I wonder what other ones of the popular conspiracy theories may have some truth in them. Now I can find out. Now I can find out why Ken and I were really killed. Why my birth Mum, Amelia was killed, why my birth father killed my grandmother, Monique? Was it really over some letters not being sent or was there more to it? I can't wait to see the look on Ken's face when I get back and tell him. Not to mention Teacher's as well. Never thought I'd ever miss that bastard hehe. I'll show him how wrong he was! If I ever get back to the Hereafter that is?

"You're in a good mood this morning Petros!" Carlos smiled as he greeted his boss.

"Ahhh. Yes Carlos, I guess I am. It's a lovely day to be in Rome don't you think?" You bastard. You'll have to wait too I'm afraid. Bigger fish to fry than you, you minnow. "Hehe."

Carlos joined in the chuckling unbeknownst to him that he was the brunt of the joke.

Carlos asked, "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee before you go in?"

"No, I think I'll go straight in, thanks."

"As you wish, sire, Sol is waiting for you," he bowed as he made way for PC to amble towards the Red Door.

After exchanging the usual pleasantries with Sol PC entered the Red Door into the Inner Vault of Secrets and went straight to the Thunder Vault and entered the lift. After entering the passcodes he momentarily pondered what might lay waiting on the other floors but the invisible pull of the ChronoVisor seemed to affect Peter's body as much as Carter's spirit as Peter's body broke out in beads of nervous perspiration from the excited anticipation of sitting in front of that screen.

He pressed 'one' and settled in for the ride. Once he was in front of the ChronoVisor he asked HAIL to take him to when the ChronoVisor was invented

PC was visually transported to 1952 and into a lab where an Italian Benedictine monk Father Pellegrino Ernetti, was working with the first ChronoVisor, a machine that allowed video and audio recording of past events. Father Ernetti was assisted by four well known physicists, Father Gemelli, Enrico Fermi, Professor de Matos, and Wernher von Braun, a Nazi scientist who had escaped prosecution at the Nuremberg Trials by cooperating with elements of the newly formed Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). It was largely with knowledge of Alien technology brought by von Braun that the team was able to succeed.

HAIL then took PC to a series of high level meetings between the Black Pope and high ranking CIA operatives who were discussing the resultant panic that had set in, in the Vatican when the ChronoVisor revealed that Christ had not died on the Cross but had been replaced by his critically ill twin brother.

The ChronoVisor had shown that Jesus had indeed married Mary Magdalene and had several children. Over ten years later in Asia Minor Jesus had been executed for heresy and as a warlock for magic tricks his brother had taught him and his teachings about the HereAfter after his near death experience.

The ChronoVisor, alas, according to the Pope was much too dangerous an invention - since it allowed the user to see and hear any place, any time, thus completely destroying privacy. The Pope, therefore, ordered it to be disassembled, and the inventors sworn to secrecy.

However it was much too important an invention for the CIA to let that happen so they entered an unholy arrangement with the Kaiser, the Black Pope.

He would convince the Pope to allow him not to disable the ChronoVisor but store it, along with the Church's many other secrets, underground in a secret facility called the Thunder Vault. This facility would be under the strict supervision of The Black Pope and for security one other person who would be a new Papal position called the Guardian of Secrets. This would allow the Vatican and, if deemed fit, the CIA and other Intelligence Agencies, to have unlimited access to all the secrets of the world's most powerful men and women. A treasure trove of blackmail allowing the owners of this knowledge to bend even the most hardened criminals and crooked politicians to do their bidding out of fear of exposure of their secrets and deviant behaviours. The Pope agreed but insisted on issuing an edict that anyone discovered using the ChronoVisor would be excommunicated.

This threat proved to hold little sway with an ex-Nazi rocket scientist like von Braun. The CIA however had decided, in dealings with Nazis that sticks were unlikely to work, so in return for his silence, he was offered a carrot, the prestigious position as the head of NASA. The power inherent in the top position heading America's Space Race initiative was enough to elicit his cooperation and silence on the matter of the existence and use of the ChronoVisor. Being the head Nazi scientist on the V2, drone and Alien liaison projects he proved to be more interested in his first love - rocket science than he was in time-travel.

PC would not make the connection between the Jesus bloodlines and the Vatican's obsession with his father and by extension, now him, until much later.

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