4. 50 P.M.
“Three minutes to land. All other units should position on E14. I repeat, position on E14!” The pilot of the helicopter spoke into the mic of his headphone.
A tracker had been placed on Emily, this would enable the CTAN track her location wherever she was and possibly it could lead them to the terrorist’s enclave. The tracker was untraceable because of its discreetness; it was a newly developed technology. The tracker would be embedded in the subject’s skin, just like a tattoo. The only evidence of it is the bar code mark it gave on the skin. This would enable it to evade any bug scanner.
No sooner had the Airbus EC175helicopter landed on a clearing in a remote part of the city, Emily jumped down, clutching her digital video camera and journal. The disguised Pope was helped down too.
“Help will come soon Ma’am. You’re assured of that”, the co-pilot shouted above the blades. “That is if we’re not dead by then”, Emily thought.
“And you old man, don’t forget to use the pronoun ‘WE’ always!”
“Is it a kind of Papal signature or something?” Emily asked.
The co-pilot cast her a curious glance as if she should have known “It’s called the royal ‘we’ or the majestic plural, pluralis maiestatis in Latin. Signifies that all his actions are done not only in his capacity as a leader” he screamed above the noise.
Emily shook her head in affirmation “Oh that must have been the reason why the Pope kept on addressing himself in the plural. I guess, I’ve gotten the hint!”
Emily nodded her head absently as she took in her surroundings. The copter took off and the fact that she was alone in nowhere with an old man who could barely do anything to defend himself,let alone defend her if the need arose.
The old man was fully clad in a black soutane with a crux pectoralis hanging on his neck and resting on his chest.
He was putting on a pair of red papal shoes known as the calceameta, a mozzeta and chirotecce gloves . He had a golden ring on his finger and the skull cap also known as the zuccheto was neatly placed on his head.
They were in a sort of forest reserve covered with thick shrubs and trees. Huge mahogany trees spotted different areas.
Soon enough, she spotted a black hawk chopper. It landed close to the clearing.
Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that the detestable moment had finally come. Two young men in military fatigues jumped out of the copter and rushed to them.
One of them brought out a bug scanner and ran a bug tracker all over their body. Her heart skipped a beat as the young man lingered, trying to make sure that she had no bug on her. “They’re clean”, he finally spoke into his mic.
They handled Emily and the Pope’s double with little hospitality as they blindfolded and shoved them into the back of the helicopter.