[b]St. Albert’s Catholic Church 2nd Floor[/b]

Fleur had followed Henry upstairs, while the others had either split up downstairs or went into the basement. So far they didn’t have much luck with most of the rooms; the storeroom and the Priest’s office were both locked. “Well, at least three rooms are open.” Henry opened the door to one of the bible study room; warm, musty air filled his head. The room’s ventilation was poor, and the dust and warmth made Henry’s head spin. He grasped a chair for balance as Fleur said something, but the pain in his head drowned her voice out. 

“I’m alright,” he muttered. “Just...a little light headed.” He eyed the room, noticing a piece of paper with something down. “Hey, what’s that?” 

He let Fleur walk over to it, taking a moment to sit down and let his head stop spinning. On the top of the paper was a small key, with a tag on the keychain. It read: storage! Well, that was something! The note had some writing on it as well: 

[i]Father Bellman, 

I took the liberty of locking up Johnny Moats’ pocket knife in the storage room. He kept flicking it in bible study, and we’ve repeatedly told him that there’s no place for knives in the lord’s house! His father can get it back after service. I also noticed that you keep misplacing the spare key to your office! I decided to hide it somewhere obvious: I hid it behind [b]where the lions lay with lambs[/b]. 

Also, I know that you keep the key to the alleyway exit in your office, but can’t you get a door that doesn’t lock both ways? I just worry that if a fire breaks out, people won’t be able to get out! 

-Abigail[/i]

The door to the alleyway was locked! But, now they knew where the key was: in the pastor’s office! But the question was, where was this spare key? Where did lions lay with lambs? 

Henry forced himself to stand up. “Well, want to check out the storage room?”

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[b]Rooftop of the Hotel Barum[/b] 

Delta Team member Maurice Rodriguez eyed the entrance of the city arboretum with the scope of his rifle. “Pretty smart, eh Cap? You got that big metal fence around the place, and then there’s that big fancy glass building for people to sit in. Why the hell do they have a big ol’ greenhouse like that?” 

“It’s not a greenhouse.” Evan Simms fixed the rappel rope from the side of the hotel. “It’s some tropical plant exhibit. They keep it enclosed so the weather doesn’t kill the plants.” 

“Makes sense...” Maruice took his mark on the rappel rope. “Well, let’s evac us some civvies!” 

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[b]St. Albert’s Catholic Church, Priest’s Office[/b]

Father Bellman’s corpse had laid still for some time now, hunched over his desk in the office, a bible dropped on the floor. His vestments had come loose when he reeled back in the feverish pain from the sickness leading to his death. His face had turned gray and cold alone in the office, even though the room was stuffy and stank of death. 

His body laid there for a good bit, when the sound of creaking floorboards in the room next to him caused his white pupil to dilate slightly. One of his bony fingers began to move.