18 September 1950' 

The Loop, Chicago

A serious and boorish male voice broke silence, birds began their flight above church's windows and bank's squeaks instantly stopped :

- 《... In nooomine Patre, ed Filis, ed Spiritus Sancti. Aaaamen ! ... 》 

A loud *amen*  has  been heard in return, sitting fidels start giving pennies, jewellery and even  hundred dollar's  bills were throwen in a basket, carried by a young deacon. The priest proceeded :

《My Children's ! Brothers and sisters in Heaven. Everyone is waaatching you with a big scope, today. We're witness and ... grateful ... to the most ... generous ... of you. And mark it on a regular stone : Sheeeeesh -mostly spitted on the floor - to whome are greedy within us on this Holy place. Oh You - * the priest shows a man with his finger* - my son. Yes ! Youuu. Dont pretend you are NOT involved. Youuu are a SINNER. Over there,  MY daughter ! - now he points to an old-rich looking women - you've lived long enough, ma'am. Do others deserve to live too ? Heaven, Yes ! ALLLL of you are truly in need for redemption. Isnt the RIGHT time to wash your evil deeds !??? Alleluuiaaa》. He started dancing, singing and clapping his hands. Therefore, he was intending to reach his apprentice.

The priest nearly fealt back when he had an eye on the basket.

-《That's how we make a robbery, son. 》 Whispered the priest to the young man ear. He, then, ended saying :

《Now, go and tell Mr. Morgan to meet me inside the third confessional box, move.》

The "Our Lady of the Holy Family Catholic Church", The loops, CH

Midclosed eyes, he was left and submerged by his own toughts. He hasnt slept for couple of days now, since his last run in Philadelphia for busness. Nevertheless, Morgan had an ear of what have been said in today's preach. Despite his criminal life and rought behaviors. He was clearly and deeply a spiritual man, searching for truth. Which truth ? He, probably, at this moment, cant describe it yet. Anyway, Morgan stood up on his chair placed at the corner, inside the building. He opened his journal and checked his accountability. He has in mind to sell all of these units he brought. But, he had a job to do before. Indeed, he had received a word from his bodyguard (Williamson) that a big hit was spread as a rumor in the streets. 

* They've said Gold ? It has to be true. Or ... ooooh ... dear Bill. Hah. I will probably makes you suffer* said Morgan loudly to a sister passing throught. She was shocked a while. 

A young man dressed with religious clothes camed at Arthur and said. His face was red, and her voice completely made him looks shy and unconfident.

-《You're Art'hur, Sh'ir ? 》 naturally he said.

-《What in the Lord have you tried to say ?》 Arthur replied while approching further.

-《Fat'her Jack asks for you at th'e th'ird confessional box, misth'er》. The young deacon in an attempt to looks serious, or even dangerous.

-《Damn, another Billy on its way.》concluded Arthur on his mind. He grabbed him by his shoulder.

-《I'm sure you wouldnt like to become like my friend Bill Williamson, isn'it ? Go to school boy. Dont be a fool. Learn something. You wouldnt be able to scam people like father Jack, and even less using a gun. Go, now.》

The confessional's door slammed and darkness inside becamed absolute. Arthur dropped his hat and said :

-《May God forgives me, father. Cuz I've sinned.》 Quietly.

-《Who doesnt ?》 answered instantly father Jack.

-《How is busness ?》 asked the Goat's wise man.

-《Good》 simply replied the old man while smiling, then said: 

-《Why here ?》 noticed Arthur.

《Havent you seen these two feds following all over the church ? Ah ... Arthur, you should think about a golden retirement as I. You are going old. Belive me.》

-《If I have to believe you as your fidels, I'd be doomed with the Devil. I'am serving my family, Priest !》 He openned the fence and grab the priest by his neck.

-《Easy, Mr. Morgan. I was joking. Anyway, find this guy, he knows about the heist. And before you go. Marlyn passed through. Tought this girl left town. I dont care about your stories, Arthur. But she left that letter marked on it To Morgan With Love, hah. Thats a scoop, cowboy !》

Morgan tooked the letter and a contact's picture. Then left the building unfollowed.