When the assassination happened, President Samuel Cooper was almost aghast that he would still tell this tale. Now that this happened to him, his killers must be associated with the murderer of the pope.
"Do you really think this has something to do with His Holiness' death?"
"Absolutely."
"I thought the assassin will target my head."
"Good thing you had nine lives."
"Stop kidding me, Sarah!"
Allison is the only daughter of the American president with his wife, Sarah. He had other affairs but he never had children aside from his spouse.
Allison looked exactly like her father, almost like her mother's personality. She must be a mixture of different races.
While at the hospital, the president asked to speak with his daughter also. Allison was not to be found, she was not even answering her phone, she was not even with her personal guards. She might be with her friends.
This led to his father worrying about his child, especially since it was almost midnight. Where could she possibly be? Anxiety was crowding his encephalon. Will there be peace of mind even if just for a minute? Tonight was one of the longest nights for their family. For the whole nation. For the whole world.
"Dad, what happened to you? Are you okay now?"
"Where have you been, dear?"
"I just called because I'm worried about you and Mom. I'll soon go home. Just need to finish an important business."
"Is that business more important than us?"
"Of course not."
"Why not go home now?"
"If you only knew."
"Care to elaborate?"
"This is top-secret. For now, I need you to promise me you will take care of yourself as well as Mom. I just need to straighten things up myself."
"Who were you with right now? You're not with your security personnel."
"Don't worry about me. I'm in good hands."
Allison was hesitant to tell his family that she was with Isaac right now trying to solve a mystery together.
The American president attempted to move his head but it was hurting.
"Maybe I'm too old."
"Your daughter needs us. I think she has a problem."
"How can we help her if she is not even confiding us with her whereabouts?"
"Perhaps we are just over-thinking."
"No. This is not just anxiety. I hope you won't invalidate our feelings."
His wife helped him change clothes. The president didn't want a nurse or a doctor to change the former's shirt.
"Now that media persons are outside, how can we maintain privacy now with our lives?"
"Everyone knows about it. You're the highest official in our country. The most powerful person in this world."
"You're my kryptonite."
"Stop teasing me. Get well soon first."
"Will you still wage war against China and Korea?"
"What do you think? Is this the most logical thing to do?!
"Love is more important than logic."
"But the world doesn't revolve around love alone. Wars take place because others are greedy of power."
"This is a debate between the power of love and love of power. I'm afraid I might lose you or I might lose myself in the process."
As he scrutinized the room of the pope, he looked for a place to hide. Pope Adrian XVII must not see him. The pope went to the altar and made the sign of the cross. He kissed his rosary, a wooden rosary he got out of his pocket, his robe almost immaculate. This wooden rosary was one of his most prized possessions aside from the Holy Bible that his mother gifted him before she passed away. He could still remember her fair countenance, just like the Virgin Mary, but with the former’s own human flaws. While he could not reminisce about everything about his mother, he could still remember that wooden rosary. And the Holy Bible. Those memories were precious to His Holiness. If only he could carry it with him until the last days of his life. Now that he was old he would forget a lot of things, even his own birthday. Sometimes he even forgot where he placed his eyeglasses. The old man felt a bit hesitant to kneel before the altar, he forgot something, someth
"Did you know that in 72 hours, the American president will declare war against the union of China and Korea?” Allison called. “That’s insane! It couldn't be," Napoleon was aghast while he was sipping wine and reading a book. This phone call with Allison was getting on his nerves. He never believed that war would solve this great mess. He knew that war was inevitable; there was already a war in the Middle East, but it had gone out of control; it could be the setting for another chaos. “The pope’s death, the union of China and Korea, and the economic breakdown triggered the war. My dad said it was the most logical thing to happen.” “But how could that be? Just because the pope got killed by a psycho doesn’t mean we have to die as well in such a war.” “Don’t be cynical. We have to be vigilant.” Allison was worried that her father might really mean it, the war could really be just three days away from now, but Napoleon was confident the Vatican w
Napoleon went outside to check for the next train ride going to another city though it was a bit late now, he was busy roaming the streets of New York, the remaining moments of his life seemed like in the hands of evil. Was his fascination to bring down the Catholic church an exaggeration or was he simply doing his life's mission? He envisioned a better society where there was no religion. Could it be a reality? However, Napoleon was sure that His Holiness might not actually die from murder, probably it was suicide, or much worse, the person behind it was under the political chaos inside the Vatican. While unearthing the solid pieces of evidence behind the pope's dementia, Napoleon Victor discovered that it was almost more than a year since the pope took medication for his mental illness. The journalist got a tip from a trusted source who was intrigued by Napoleon's curiosity. The young man told Napoleon about Dra. Mercedes Salazar, the psychiatrist w
The pastor of New York was known for his generosity even to the point of magnanimity, he even donated hectares of land for the homeless. He had been preaching for more than half of his lifetime, committed to serving the community, and passionate about spreading the Word of God. The politics behind religion was never greater than the religion behind politics. He always said to his congregation. This pastor was also well-known for his miracles. He was the modern Messiah of America for many. Last month, he was said to prevent earthquakes in Peru. He even prayed that the flash floods in Texas stop. And it did. With his congregation, they also saved lives when he appealed to the public to donate money for the restoration of a jungle where animals and plants lost their home after a wildfire recently. In addition, he raised donations for cancer patients for a foundation. He was also helping non-government organizations find online volunteers to help a
“Why chaos theory?” “Why not?” “I could not grasp the whole gist of it. Do you really think that this physics concept will predict our future?” “To the minutest detail.” After Isaac vividly explained how chaos theory had helped him with accurate predictions about the stock market, he suggested that this scientific concept could truly be a blessing to many a life once it becomes a law. “Law of chaos?” “I’m sure the whole scientific community will welcome and accept the idea of it.” “Are you planning to win the Nobel Prize for Physics with this law?” “No. I just believe that chaos theory should be the law of chaos.” It was the coldest day in summer, Allison could not understand why Isaac insisted on this conversation, but she was resolutethat the law of chaos was something Isaac was committed and passionate about. He was fascinated with the very core of it. Jurassic Park introduced chaos theory to Is
When the assassination happened, President Samuel Cooper was almost aghast that he would still tell this tale. Now that this happened to him, his killers must be associated with the murderer of the pope. "Do you really think this has something to do with His Holiness' death?" "Absolutely." "I thought the assassin will target my head." "Good thing you had nine lives." "Stop kidding me, Sarah!" Allison is the only daughter of the American president with his wife, Sarah. He had other affairs but he never had children aside from his spouse. Allison looked exactly like her father, almost like her mother's personality. She must be a mixture of different races. While at the hospital, the president asked to speak with his daughter also. Allison was not to be found, she was not even answering her phone, she was not even with her personal guards. She might be with her friends. This led to his father worrying about h
“Why chaos theory?” “Why not?” “I could not grasp the whole gist of it. Do you really think that this physics concept will predict our future?” “To the minutest detail.” After Isaac vividly explained how chaos theory had helped him with accurate predictions about the stock market, he suggested that this scientific concept could truly be a blessing to many a life once it becomes a law. “Law of chaos?” “I’m sure the whole scientific community will welcome and accept the idea of it.” “Are you planning to win the Nobel Prize for Physics with this law?” “No. I just believe that chaos theory should be the law of chaos.” It was the coldest day in summer, Allison could not understand why Isaac insisted on this conversation, but she was resolutethat the law of chaos was something Isaac was committed and passionate about. He was fascinated with the very core of it. Jurassic Park introduced chaos theory to Is
The pastor of New York was known for his generosity even to the point of magnanimity, he even donated hectares of land for the homeless. He had been preaching for more than half of his lifetime, committed to serving the community, and passionate about spreading the Word of God. The politics behind religion was never greater than the religion behind politics. He always said to his congregation. This pastor was also well-known for his miracles. He was the modern Messiah of America for many. Last month, he was said to prevent earthquakes in Peru. He even prayed that the flash floods in Texas stop. And it did. With his congregation, they also saved lives when he appealed to the public to donate money for the restoration of a jungle where animals and plants lost their home after a wildfire recently. In addition, he raised donations for cancer patients for a foundation. He was also helping non-government organizations find online volunteers to help a
Napoleon went outside to check for the next train ride going to another city though it was a bit late now, he was busy roaming the streets of New York, the remaining moments of his life seemed like in the hands of evil. Was his fascination to bring down the Catholic church an exaggeration or was he simply doing his life's mission? He envisioned a better society where there was no religion. Could it be a reality? However, Napoleon was sure that His Holiness might not actually die from murder, probably it was suicide, or much worse, the person behind it was under the political chaos inside the Vatican. While unearthing the solid pieces of evidence behind the pope's dementia, Napoleon Victor discovered that it was almost more than a year since the pope took medication for his mental illness. The journalist got a tip from a trusted source who was intrigued by Napoleon's curiosity. The young man told Napoleon about Dra. Mercedes Salazar, the psychiatrist w
"Did you know that in 72 hours, the American president will declare war against the union of China and Korea?” Allison called. “That’s insane! It couldn't be," Napoleon was aghast while he was sipping wine and reading a book. This phone call with Allison was getting on his nerves. He never believed that war would solve this great mess. He knew that war was inevitable; there was already a war in the Middle East, but it had gone out of control; it could be the setting for another chaos. “The pope’s death, the union of China and Korea, and the economic breakdown triggered the war. My dad said it was the most logical thing to happen.” “But how could that be? Just because the pope got killed by a psycho doesn’t mean we have to die as well in such a war.” “Don’t be cynical. We have to be vigilant.” Allison was worried that her father might really mean it, the war could really be just three days away from now, but Napoleon was confident the Vatican w
As he scrutinized the room of the pope, he looked for a place to hide. Pope Adrian XVII must not see him. The pope went to the altar and made the sign of the cross. He kissed his rosary, a wooden rosary he got out of his pocket, his robe almost immaculate. This wooden rosary was one of his most prized possessions aside from the Holy Bible that his mother gifted him before she passed away. He could still remember her fair countenance, just like the Virgin Mary, but with the former’s own human flaws. While he could not reminisce about everything about his mother, he could still remember that wooden rosary. And the Holy Bible. Those memories were precious to His Holiness. If only he could carry it with him until the last days of his life. Now that he was old he would forget a lot of things, even his own birthday. Sometimes he even forgot where he placed his eyeglasses. The old man felt a bit hesitant to kneel before the altar, he forgot something, someth