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A cold breeze came up, as if somehow summoned by the priest's dark thoughts, and tugged at
his cloak as the plane appeared in the south. Its running lights were on, and it was gradually
losing altitude.
The phone call had come like a bolt out of the blue. Vittorio knew who it was the moment he
heard 47's voice. The agent was on a plane loaded with orphans, headed for Sicily, and in need
of someone to care for the youngsters. Why was a hired killer flying north with a planeload of
children? There was no way to know.
And it really didn't matter. The orphans were in need of help, and Father Vittorio would do his
best to provide it. No simple matter, given all of the legalities involved, but the local customs
agent was a member of Vittorio's parish. The Holy See could be counted on to help, and the
Lord would take care of the rest.
There was a brief screech of tires as the airplane put down, the engines roared, and it wasn't
long before the twin-engined transport turned off the runway and onto the taxiway in front of
the terminal. It stopped a few minutes later, and the big props continued to turn for a few
revolutions before finally coming to a halt.
A door opened, stairs were lowered, and Agent 47 appeared. The assassin was wearing his usual
black suit, white shirt, and red tie. When he was halfway down the stairs, he turned to accept
two briefcases, then two suitcases. Three of the objects were left next to the plane as he crossed
the tarmac.
Vittorio noticed that 47's skin was darker than usual, as if he'd been spending a great deal of
time in the sun, and wondered how long the agent had been in Africa.
“It's good to see you, my son,” the priest said, as the two men embraced.
“And you, Father,” Agent 47 replied. “Thank you for agreeing to help.”
“Such is the Lord's work,” Vittorio said, as he eyed the plane. The children were being unloaded
by then, and the scrawny youngsters made for a pitiful sight as another man, who looked to be
the pilot, led them toward the terminal. “What can you tell me about the little ones?” the cleric
inquired. “What happened to their families?”
“Their parents were killed by slavers. They were on their way to a whorehouse in Fez when
something happened to the man who owned them,” 47 replied.
Vittorio crossed himself. He could well imagine what the “something” was.
“But unlike most orphans, they come with an endowment,” 47 added, as he presented
Al-Fulani's briefcase to the clergyman.
The priest released the latches, took a peek inside, and closed the lid.
“That looks like a lot of money, my son.”