Yousef powered into the parking lot in front of the Vatican.  He hopped off of his bike and lit a cigarette, knowing full well it was against the rules within the sanctity of the Holy City.  The vaulted ceilings arched up and away as he passed through checkpoint after checkpoint, and vehement priest and acolytes.  He didn't even bother to look at them, they were just holy men, chosen by God to be men of learning and spiritual health, not Warriors of God.  He knew he was not going into heaven, he had done too many evil things.  The only respect he allowed, was when he approached the chapel.  He faced the altar boy at its entrance, and smiled as he pulled the still lit cigarette into his mouth before continuing.  He knelt at the altar and gave his prayer before heading towards Father Masino's office.  He stopped as he exited the chapel and looked again at its guard.  He opened his mouth and his tongue placed the cigarette back on his lips, still lit.  He inhaled deeply before continuing on.  He grinned evilly at the shocked face of the poor kid.  That trick always got them.<br/><br/>His smile did not fade as he approached the papist's office, just as the Major walked out, even though her face held no love for him at this time.<br/><br/>"Major.  The Father is finished with his speech I assume?" his Italian carrying a thick Croation accent.