Lost City Raiders Page #3

I'll solve this.

Touch the four corner tiles like you'd cross

yourself,

"In the name of the father, the son,

and the holy spirit, amen".

"In the name of the father, the son,

and the holy spirit, amen".

- Nothing, Thomas.

- Wait. What's the whole phrase?

In the name of the father,

the son, and the holy spirit,

now as ever shall be world

without end, amen.

- Twice. You gotta do it twice.

- Right.

"In the name of the father, the son,

and the holy spirit, amen".

Good work, Thomas.

Glad to see all that Sunday school

finally paid off for you, Thomas.

Well, I'm glad all those workouts

paid off for you too Jack.

- Oh, it reeks it here.

- Yeah, sulfur.

Let's not forget the rule of booby traps.

Yeah, there's never just one.

This thing's worth some money, pa.

You ready?

Uh, yeah. get it and

get the hell outta here.

- Go Jack!

- Pa!

What just happened?

Stop!

You guys Okay?

Thomas, we need another way out.

Uh, behind the left statue,

there's a small door

leading to the lower stairs.

Right here, pa!

Here, grab the box!

- You got it?

- I got it, I got it! come on!

Thomas, there's no exit!

Thomas!

Pa!

You okay?

- Yeah. The box.

- I got it.

What ever happened to "only risk your life

for something important"?

I don't know what's in the frickin' case,

but it better be priceless!

You're right, ack.

I made a mistake. I got careless.

- Okay, guys, calm down. Let's just check it out.

- No, no, no. The box gets delivered intact.

I wish I could tell you more.

I really do, but I can't. I gave my word.

Thomas, get us back into port, will ya?

Now.

Do not let that case out of your sight.

- No problems, I trust?

- Nothing we couldn't handle.

The scepter, it's gone.

Templars.

They must've stolen it.

I can't believe it.

We're too late?

About 800 years, it would seem.

Stay in port, john.

As soon as we trace this lead,

I'll be in touch.

I don't know, Mikhail.

I'm beginning to feel

that we will never succeed.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

You must not think that way, john.

We will find the scepter.

We must.

Without faith, all hope is lost.

No Scepter

More soon

So, when are we gonna be done

with this Vatican job?

I don't know. All we found

at Santo Stefano was another clue.

Well, if we don't get a paying job,

we're gonna be broke.

Well, as I always say, enjoy your meal

as if it was your last.

Yeah, well, this one may just be.

I recognize you guys.

- Oh, you're from the "Sea Bird";

- yeah, and who are you?

- Cara Cahill.

- Howdy. - Hi.

Well, um, I'm looking for a crew job.

You wouldn't know it from this getup,

but, I'm one hell of a grease monkey.

No, really! I know motors.

There is not an engine I can't fix.

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