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This should appear as the

impartial will of the Prefect.

And not yours.

We only see what Caesar sees.

Peace in Jerusalem.

Peace in Judea.

What you'll lose, if this body vanishes.

Hence why summon me.

Just see to it.

Satisfy yourself.

Seal it. Seal.

No one touches those seals until sunset tomorrow.

Understood?

Then tell the priests.

Where's your centurion? He's not himself, Sir.

Not since yesterday.

Is that what pains you?

No, Sir, no.

It's just, we'd have a night off.

I'll have rations sent.

You are Sanhedrin, too?

Yes.

Thy brothers despise you,

yet you mourn Him.

He was very special.

A king?

You test me, Tribune?

What was His name, the Nazarene?

He was called Yeshua.

Move!

He forgot. You know he did.

If he had sent food,

he would have told.

He is an Officer.

If we forget, can you phantom the pieces!?

I was saving it for supper, but...

Oh! You absolute champion!

I thought we lost the lot.

Tribune, Pilate summons you.

He is gone!

The Nazarene? Of course the Nazarene!

His tomb, his stone empty!

Who brought the news? The guards?

Your guards are missing.

Some simpleton reported it!

Who did you put on the detail?

I want them to be found and

lashed to death, preferably!

Let me investigate.

That would be helpful before Caiaphas and

his pack of raving Jews show up here.

Too late.

Tribune.

Shall we dispense with the lies?

The guards have told me.

They came to you!?

Seeking sanctuary.

They know the penalty for sleeping on duty.

What happened?

Exactly what I predicted.

The Heretic disciples came

in the night and stole the body.

Already they're proclaiming,

He has arisen from the dead!

And the people believe it?

The weak, will.

Others want to.

So we must announce the theft.

Will they believe you?

They'll believe the guards

if they kill themselves.

It never ends!

Proclaim it.

Before this blossoms.

It's not enough!

Without a corpse to prove him dead,

we have a potential Messiah.

I want no doubt.

Tiberius cannot arrive to unrest!

We must find a body!

Will you help?

Of course, but proclaim it.

My confidence in you is misplaced, Tribune.

Perhaps you prefer a post in hell.

You will track each and

everyone of these disciples,

but more importantly you will

find this cursed body of Yeshua!

Before it rots.

Bring me Arimateean

You! Get me Arimateean.

As if they burst!

Tribune, see this!

Where has he gone?

You tell me.

The body was it embalmed?

We had no time.

We just wrapped in myrrh and aloe.

This is what you see. Sweat and herbs.

Bring it!

I want nothing touched here.

Post a watch.

Control was enters and leaves Jerusalem.

Arrest anyone who claims Nazarene lives.

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