the SEVEN-FIVE project

2004-04-26 - 12:47 p.m.

"You realize that you're in some sort of elite minority, having talked to The Priest and all."

I sighed heavily. "He's not a hard man to talk to, you just have to get past his eccentricities and try not to frighten him. He's scared of other people as much as they're scared of him." No one here understood The Priest just like no one in Shawston understood me.
"Yeah, a six-foot-eight man dressed like a priest is afraid of people. You've got to be kidding me."
"No, he's not that big; you've obviously never seen him. He's taller than I am, but that's not saying much, I'm kinda short. He's maybe six-foot-three, but he is kind of imposing. But living on the streets like he does, you have to be imposing."
"You two arguing about The Priest isn't getting us anywhere. We need to come up with a plan of action and start doing something." Amy finally interrupted the argument.
"Amy's right, sitting here arguing isn't getting us any closer to getting Mary out of whatever trouble she's in."
"Yeah, we need to do something, but we can't. We have all this information but we don't know what it means." I shook the letter from Parker. " We need to find either The Priest and find out what he knows or find Parker."
We argued like that for another twenty minutes or so; nothing was going to come from this so I suggested we get some dinner or something. Amy and Steph went out to pick up chinese food while Nikki and I tried to piece together some kind of pattern out of the information Parker had left us.
"Amy doesn't trust me or Steph does she?" Nikki just blurted out while going over the list of addresses.
"Amy doesn't trust many people. She's a lot like my sister that way. She thinks this is an internal matter for just our friends to fix. She's not seeing the big picture, not seeing that we have to help everyone and stop this cult before it does some real damage. Her heart's in the right place, she's just a little narrow minded."
"Oh, I see." She went back to looking through the addresses for something, anything when her head popped back up. "What the fuck is this shit? Steph's name is on Parker's list of cult members."
"I noticed it earlier, but didn't want to say anything. It might be right, it might be a misprint or something, we don't know right now.
Whatever I was about to say couldn't be heard over the sudden sound of the door crashing in and shattering. "You could always ask us."
Five of the people from my dream flooded into the room and grabbed us both. By the time we got to the door we had both been hit with chloroform or something and were fading into darkness.

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