Free Carpathian by David Lynn Golemon Page B

them. As she scanned the screen trying to figure out what the coded pixels were starting to form, her eyes started to widen and then recognition struck and with her usual self-control lost for the moment, Alice clapped her hands together and let out a yelp. She stood and hopped once as she picked up a picture of Garrison Lee that sat upon her desk. She kissed it, knowing in real life that gesture would have caused an immediate rebuke if it had not been done in private. She looked at the pictures once more as Europa broke them down into a four-square shot and they all clearly showed the item she had for so long searched.
    “You were right, damn you, you were right! This would have been something that had to have been covered up. And it was your idea to get someone inside—oh, not for this, you old goat, but I figured our agent was in place anyway so why not have him do a little private searching for me?” She kissed the picture again. “Now I’ve got to kiss Jack and Niles for getting our agent placed!” Alice stopped dancing and then looked at the picture of the one-eyed love of her life. “Jack and Niles are going to hang me out to dry for this one,” she said sadly, and then she suddenly smiled. “But what the hell, Europa, I’m fully vested so they can’t take my retirement away.” This time it was Alice who winked at Lee as he grimaced back from his eight-by-ten glossy.
    “Mrs. Hamilton, should I code-name and secure the file in your private program?”
    “Yes, Europa, I also want you to place all files developed on the contents of Vault 22871 with this new file and secure it.”
    “Yes, Mrs. Hamilton. Do you wish a code name for the new combined file?” Europa asked in her sexy voice that Alice never quite noticed any longer.
    “Yes, code it—Grimm.”
    VATICAN CITY, ROME, ITALY
    The young Vatican counsel held the door open for a young woman. He nodded as she went past. Once outside he placed the black hat on his head and looked around the building. The cybercafe wasn’t as crowded as it would be when the students hit just before classes started in less than an hour.
    As he turned toward Vatican City a mile distant he felt the eyes on him just as he had the day before and then again this morning—both times coming to and from his office and then from his office to the cybercafe. Now he was feeling it again. His training was either kicking in or he was starting to lose it. He dipped his head as he passed another young lady on the street. As he did he used the opportunity to glance in the storefront window to his right. Beyond his own reflection of black robe and collar he saw a lone woman about fifty feet behind him. Her gaze seemed just a little too intent on him. He quickened his pace.
    Crossing St. Peter’s Square he felt more secure as the crowds grew thick with tourists and others seeking the comfort of the city. He no longer felt the eyes upon him as he had. As he made his way back to his office inside the Vatican archival building he stopped and leaned down to tie a shoe that needed no tying. He again looked around and his heart froze. Not twenty feet away from where he had stopped that same young woman he had seen on the street was staring right at him. He was tempted to turn and walk toward the girl just to see what reaction he would get, but his training told him to cut and run and then report, let others far above his pay grade make the decisions. He did however reach his cell phone and then he brazenly straightened and started taking pictures like he was a normal tourist. He framed the young woman in his fourth shot of the milling crowd. For good measure he took another just as her face went stern and she turned away. The young Vatican archivist smiled and turned away himself.
    The man deep undercover at the Vatican, United States Army Second Lieutenant Leonard DeSilva, knew he would have to report to Colonel Collins in Nevada, because if his cover inside the Vatican was blown there was