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Chapter 19 - If Only Templar’s could stop giving ceremonious death speeches

We stood outside of the compartment in the corridor, I had no idea how they knew we were here, judging by the way they grimaced, meant that they also had no idea we were here as well. The Munssu in the lead, a middle-aged European Caucasian with a Spanish accent stepped boldly forward while drawing out his blade made of celestial bronze and steel compound, "we do not wish to quarrel with you, stand aside and let us complete our mission", he ordered. I stood aside and Makela followed. The Munssu were perplexed at our action, the bearer behind him whispered something in his ear. The lead Munssu shrugged and gestured his coalition to advance.

As the lot advanced, their leader continued to negotiate, "No one needs to die. We just want the device that the journalist possesses", he sounded more worried than certain.  But how did they know!? It came to me!  We made a brief stop in Milan. I am certain that Carolina made a call there when she excused herself.

Four men from behind moved forward, caution upon their stride as they knew we were not to be trusted, I could smell the anxiety, the pungent of fear. If you blinked once then you would have missed all that occurred, which, is probably what the lead Munssu had done because he was surprised that he was the only bearer standing.

"Huh?", his voice was perplexed.

My blade protruded through the first lobster among the four whilst stabbing the second lobster. I shoved the first lobster behind with the blade still in him. I sliced the second lobster's head off with Nimzy, his headless body slouched against the compartment door. I shoved the third and fourth lobsters to Makela who thrust her dagger in the third lobster's eye, the Munssu gurgled at her feet while the fourth lobster met the same fate.

I breezed past the lead Munssu as I wanted the bearer who whispered in his ear. He winced in profound pain as my blade slashed through his abdomen, I place my Ark under his chin and changed gear to spear. The top end protruded under his chin thrusting upwards from the upper part of his nose while the bottom end tethered on the surface. He spasmed and died with his eyes open. The lead bearer stood between me and Makela, he winced as he noticed his lot dead on the floor while the one who whispered in his ears was suspended by a spear.

Right there he knelt in surrender. I drew out The Gaddafi while Makela knelt opposite him cleaning the blood stain with his coat. "You know, at your age, you should be tired of this", she said to him flatly. "How did you find us?", I asked the bearer. "The target made a phone call on your previous stop", he scorned. "it does not matter how you accelerate in combat; it does not matter how many of us you kill. Every Bearer you kill, two more are assigned. One way or another we will exterminate the target. We will achieve our feat, One World Order", he sneered. 

This was always going to be their downfall, utter arrogance. "Your kind will never bring us to an end, your world is based on the ideologies of extremist religious heretics while ours on a realization, an order!", he gave a mirthless smile. "You are right", I told him, in many ways he made a valid point though there was no perspective in the world that would keep us from our objective.

I removed my Ark from the suspended corpse, the body collapsed like a pile of rubble to the surface. "And you believe the way of your kind is prominent?", I asked him as I crouched next to him. "bah… human beings are weak due to beliefs, culture and differences. My kind seeks to unify the world, one culture, one belief, one school of thought, one government, one power, one currency", he scorned. "fuff, and you seek this through violence?", tutted Makela. "How hypocritical. You exploit violence to attain peace and freedom. We are alike, freedom… Peace… Is possible under the Order. Absolute equality. One world, one people, one language, one civilization. One World Order", he sneered. 

"Your kind is cancer to the world and we will cleanse you off the face of the planet", he spat at my feet. He tried to goad though to no avail. I thrust my Ark in his chest, protruding the spear that pierced under his heart. He gurgled blood.

"you are focused on eliminating the problem that you forget that you are the problem. Think about it, my kind has contributed to the world with knowledge, science, wisdom. My kind, built pyramids in synch with nature, in synch with the world, in synch with the universe. You and your kind have been building structures and chemicals that have been killing the world. Your kind is cancer and yes, I'll let you live so that you can return to your cult and deliver this message; I will not kill you, I shall destroy you. And do not undermine my words", I snapped. I released my Ark and the Bearer bellowed in extreme pain.

The fallen Munssu laughed hysterically in pain as life began to fade in his eyes.  "You wield the blade of a man but the mouth of a boy", he chuckled. Makela was stirred by this, she released her blade to shorten his life but I held her to a pause. "you will never destroy us.", he coughed blood but that did not vex him, "Our sacrifice is for the greater good… and because of this, we sacrifice our lives at will as it is a requirement of unyielding will", the mirth beguiling his bloody face radiated conviction.

Carolina was still asleep in the compartment, I was flabbergasted because none of the passengers came out of their compartments to complain about the noise or perhaps, they were terrified. I stared down at a sleeping Carolina, how was she a journalist when she missed all the action. The Munssu came for her, they wanted her dead. I wondered if her friend back in Paris was still alive. "Should we take the suit off", whispered Makela, "no, we flying to the Vatican", I replied. "With this load!", she muttered. "We'll transport the load…", I replied flatly, she snarled at my indifference.

Fear overwhelmed me. The conviction in the form of smug displayed in his face forced me to question my creed, my moral code. The Munssu passed out due to immense pain, even unconscious, his facial features displayed certainty in tune with his Order. Could I feel this certain for the creed I severed?

I was lost in thought as we flew closer to the Vatican. Carolina was still fast asleep, oblivious to her altitude. It was dangerous to sleep so deep. I was beginning to lose sight of the objective. I mean, we were the good guys, right? I knew that was true then it was just partially.  The Creed withheld secrets, its practices… ideologies of extremist religious heretics, the Manssu said with conviction.

No, I decided not to believe it, he was a  Munssu in the first place, clearly, this was part of his training, to psychologically deform his enemies.