The Cardinal

“Zoom to the limousine!” Sally ordered, while the car’s door was opening.
“Who’s that?” Giovanna frowned
Sally looked at her, worried. “One of the most important members of the Opus Dei, the Cardinal Masotti.”
“But what...?” Giovanna couldn’t continue. Sonnac interrupted her by giving a jewelry box to The Grand Master.
“Have you seen it? Masotti painted his tunic with blood”
Sally nodded. Then to one of her Knight Templars “Let me hear the audio!”
Masotti’s voice invaded the room. He took out a parchment and unrolled it. “You can’t dominate Baphomet and the Destiny Skull, Hassan-i-Sabbah. I have bathed my skin in the holy water, this tunic was made by virgin hands and the blood is the pure blood of innocents.”
Baphomet’s holes shined shone for a second.
“And I’m the heir from to the noble birth of Assassin. The Baphomet’s Skull is now in the right hands. I’m its licit true owner and tonight, thanks to all the skulls, I’ll have what I want” Hassan replied
“Read the book, stupid Arab!” Cardinal Masotti insulted said insultingly, looking at a black skinny dog that was following him. “You’re impure, you’ve killed before the ritual and the damned spirits won’t listen to you.”
“Shut up, liar!” Hassan screamed, throwing his book to at him.
“It hasn’t overstepped the Circle, it has bounced on against something like as if there are was an invisible wall, how is it that possible?” Falco murmured.
Meanwhile Cardinal Masotti approached the his rival.
“We have to stop him.”Sonnac whispered to in Sally’s ear.
The Grand Master shacked shook her head. “Too late!” she admitted. Hassan let him enter in the magic Circle. So she took some strange necklaces from the jewelry box.
Falco glanced to at Professor Caporelli. “It’s a talisman used to by the French Knight Templars. It symbolized the Templars’ dual nature as warriors and monks and according to the tradition it can evoke their protective spirits.”
“Bullshit!” Giovanna couldn’t be polite and calm.
Masotti’s voice interrupted her again. “Venus is concluding the pentagram, we have little time, trust me Hassan,” he begged. “ We both can realize our wishes, you’ll destroy the Illuminate and I …”