Yousef put his cell phone back onto the nightstand and rolled back over to the woman he was with.<br/><br/>"I have time.  The world won't end after all," he grinned as he spoke, his lips moving to meet hers.<br/><br/>A few minutes later he was dressing himself and dropped some euro on the nightstand, a short walk downstairs put him in front of his motorcycle.  It was an American Harley Speedmaster, the descendant of the V-Rod.  He knew all of the other italians hated it and especially the Vaticans.  He didn't care.  Gloves on he started the beast and like some demon from hell it roared to life as he charged it down the small lane leading away from the hotel and towards the Vatican City proper.  It wouldn't take him long to get there.  Father Masino sounded urgent, so he twisted the throttle hard as the front tire picked up off the ground slightly before settling back down, the bike roaring a challenge to all tha dared cross its path. He knew the cops hated him, but none of them could catch him, nor did they want to.