Deathracer—I Am Perdition

• 2400 HOURS, Vallon-de-Grâce

The bushes off the main Cathedral were high enough to hide out a chimpanzee. Rafel did hear curious monkeys scratching in the hanging vines about and more than once he had caught pairs of inquisitive black eyes staring from the boughs. 'Who is this yellow-eyed tresspasser?' he guessed their timid thoughts. Their gifted limbs—branch-hopping, helped him pass the time. In mere seconds he would wreak havoc on this sacred grounds.

A sin. But a necessary sin.

Moira Kane had named it Operation Perdition because—in her words—"it signifies the swift end of the corrupted holy ones. Trust me, sir," she had said, "you would be doing Paradise and the saints a great service."