"Yeah, we do." Wes said to Rold, rising to his feet. "I'm ready to go. Anyone else?"
There was a string of affirmatives, so the groups started to file out. Luka informed them that the church was fairly close, so they decided to walk. The city was very peaceful, but full of life as well. People walked the streets and among the stores, there were few vehicles. For some of the mythos, it was a welcome change from the war zones and bunkers. For others, it was a place of stress, in the presence of so many humans with such strongly held beliefs that the war had started almost because of them.
It was about twenty minutes before they reached the destination Luka had instructed for them. The church was beautiful from the outside, but not grand in any way. It was about the size of a decent house, built of wood and stone. There were no statues or carvings, aside from the arch of the front door. Not a single piece of marble was in sight, in contrast to the majority of Roman churches.
They climbed the steps and tried to open the front door, but found it locked. Anthony pounded on the door a couple times, and finally a lock was heard turning. The door cracked open, and a shorter man peeked out.
"Good." he said cheerfully, as if seeing them had been enough to know that they weren't dangerous. He pulled the door open and invited them in, making sure to stay shielded behind the heavy wood.
"I'm glad you came, I am Father Isaac McGready." The man spoke with an Italian accent, but a hint of Irish could be detected. Issac was truthfully an immigrant. He was about 5'8" tall, had dark brown hair, and a weathered and thin face. He appeared to be around his forties in age. "Shall I fill you in on my whole story, or would you just like to know what I'd want from you?"
