Three days later Kali still hadn't heard from the group that had called on her services and was starting to become suspicious. Finally deciding to take matters into her own hands, she called several hostels and places to stay before she was able to locate Father Carver.

"No, they haven't contacted me," she heard on the end of the line.

"Meet me in front of the building we were at," Kali said quickly, "I'm afraid something might have happened."

There was a click on the end of the line after Carver agreed. Ten minutes later, Kali and the priest stood in front of the building looking up.

"Doesn't seem like there's been anyone there," Carver said.

"It wasn't exactly a hot bed of activity when we first came here," Kali said with a snort, "let's go in."

Inside the brownstone everything was absolutely bare. Father Carver and Kali cautiously walked up the stairs and looked into the "board room". The table had been knocked over and papers scattered everywhere. What few items that had been there had been thoroughly ransacked.

"I don't think they got much," Carver observed as he stooped over to leaf through some of the scattered papers, "all of this is common knowledge. Everyone had access to Rosemont's works and they wouldn't have left copies of his vital papers anywhere around here."

"I personally feel that our party has been dissolved," Kali said as she nudged a stack of papers with her shoe.

"So now what?" Carver asked, sitting down on a chair that he righted.

Kali sighed.

"We don't have a specific location of where they were going," she said.

"I don't know about you, but I somehow don't feel hell being unleashed on the world is beneficial for anyone," Carver said, watching Kali as she paced around the room.

"Why us?" Kali said, stopping in front of the priest suddenly, "why not some specially trained crack team to take care of this?"

Carver looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Maybe we are," he said, "maybe we know more about hell than anyone else and how to keep it from being let loose."

"Oh, that's comforting," Kali snorted, "glad to know the fate of the world has been thrust into my capable hands. I can't even keep my house plants alive."

Carver smiled. He personally liked this writer a great deal. He normally didn't think twice about women he was around, but for some reason Kali intrigued and amused him. He also found himself noticing that she was quite pretty in her own way, which surprised him. Even though he'd taken vows, women had never really posed much of a temptation for him, but he could see with this one he might run into a problem.

Kali's face suddenly lit up with a devilish smile.

"What are your feelings on theft, Father?" Kali said with a grin.

Carver eyed the woman curiously.

"What are you getting at?" he asked.

"We need a map. We've got a map right down the road. I think we should get the map."

Carver's eyes widened.

"You don't even know if the map is one the Magna Carta," he said, "trying to get it would be sheer madness."

"I know the several of the security guards."

"You're insane," the priest said, shaking his head.

Kali tilted her head and smiled at him.

"You have a better idea, Father? I'm open to suggestions. The way I see it, it's either this or the Apocalypse."

Father Carver looked at the ground, his face a mask of indecision and confusion.

"I'm not going to steal it," Kali said, "We just need to be able to read the back. We need the location."

Carver looked up at the bright face of Kali. She looked as if the prospect of something underhanded and sneaky appealed to her.

"You like this, don't you?" Carver asked with a slight smile.

"You need to live a little, Father. All that religion has ruined your sense of adventure," she said with a raised eyebrow.

Carver rolled his eyes.

"Lead on, I'm afraid to say," the priest sighed.

"Then tonight we have a date with a relic," the dark haired woman said with a smile.