The drone was hovering above the christmas mass. Holy communion was almost over. It was packed, men women and children. Father o’malley was placing the final wafer of communion bread on the tongue of an elderly woman when suddenly there was a giant flash of orange and a deafening bang. No, it wasn’t a bomb. The drone had been shot with an rpg by an alter boy. Everyone screamed and panic broke out.

Father o malley threw off his priest robes and pulled out a sidearm pistol, firing 5 perfectly aimed shots at the smoldering drone. ‘EVERYBODY OUT’. the masses ran for their lives. The stained glass windows shattered as a swat team crashed in, aiming their guns at o’malley and the alter boy and spraying rounds. They took cover behind the alter and returned fire, throwing a couple of grenades. O’malley turned to the alter boy with a defeated look on his face. ‘Run boy, destroy the documents’. He stood up and sprayed rounds with his pistol as the young boy ran away.

The firepower of the swat team was too much, and o’malley fell to the ground, writhing and squirming as they pumped him with lead. An eerie silence fell over the place. A swat commander walked up to the body, and let out a sigh. ‘Your times done o’malley. Your secret plan to storm the vatican and declare yourself pope is over. I underestimated you, i thought our suirvellane drone was foolproof. Well played old man, but the jig is up’. He spat on o’malleys body and walked away.