[center][h3]Father Thomas[/h3][/center]

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As the day progressed, the good Father had been taking his anger out on the earth. A slow winding spiral down into the earth till he hit limestone. He had been a good place to take out his frustration. 

He learned a couple things. The first was that under the ground it gets dark, really dark. He needed to get an electrician in to run electricity and lights. He had made a trip to the home improvement store and bought flashlights, batteries, a couple lanterns, and five extension cords. The second thing was he needed to wrap the inside of the tunnel with a really hard stone so water would not penetrate the passage and flood the tunnel. There were some good aquifers that flowed underground and a lot more water than one would expect under a city. 

The bedrock under Atlanta is only about 131 feet under the surface. This surprised Thomas, as he was expecting this to take weeks. When he tunneled into the bedrock then made a room about the size of a normal living room. The room was one piece of stone with right stone pews, four to each side. 

Thomas returned to the surface to find food and rest. 

When Thomas checked the news on his phone, he got a start, someone had been killing priests in Savannah and Atlanta.   

In the walls he had made two tracks to run electrical cables and he had an idea of a cart system that would help move things up and down the passage way, but that was future work. Right now he needed to