Someone kicked... no, more like shoved, the doors to the chapel open. Some talking, he didn't hear very well. But the glint of a gun's cold steel isn't something one just ignores. He dropped into stance, keeping the longer weapon, the part of the crucifix he didn't break off, in a striking position....

Anthony nodded. In his time, he'd learned to ignore a lot of things, as he approached the front pew and kneeled. The wood had nearly rotted through, and could just barely support his weight without cracking. "Bless me father for I have sinned, my last confession was..." There was no priest...

(Antonio Legarda start) Five days of running and avoiding madmen brought Anton here. He pushed the doors open, and he thought it would make things better. Surely, if he prayed hard enough, the good Lord would deliver him from this madness. It wasn't quiet, but he didn't care. His rosary was in hand,...