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It was 6 a.m., and the Padres were in their rooms praying before breakfast. Padre Federcio was relieved that they could be in their rooms to pray. He didn't have the motivation to pray; Metztli left the Mission. Sleep was impossible, as he remembered listening to the story of Soldado Esteban and the other Soldados de Cuera who would accompany her and the others. The Padre noticed the way Esteban looked and spoke with Metztli and suspected that he felt something for her. 

He should have known that there would be competition, but Metztli was the most beautiful woman in the Mission. It was common sense that she would attract admirers. It was thought that her leaving would make it simple for Padre Federico to have sanity over his mind and body; he was wrong. 

His mind and body desired her more. The urge to have her was overcoming his sanity. Last night, dreams surfaced of Metztli being before him, bare. In his dream, Metztli was in his bed with her long, wavy brunette hair sprawled all over, covering parts of her breast. What made him salivate was the sight of her entrance, since her legs were spread. Her light gray eyes looked at him with seduction and temptation as she motioned him to go to her. When Padre Federico tried to get to her, the dream ended.

When waking up, the Padre realized that he was erect. He masturbated until he came; the image of Metztli was always in his mind. He ensured to cum in a simple cloth so he wouldn't be caught. Padres have to control their sexual urges, but Padre Federico refused to follow what he believed was a foolish rule. 

Padres were men.

Men had urges.

Either way, he made his decision to leave the Mission with Metztli, but remembered his plan to eliminate Bishop Victoriano. The Bishop had a fatherly affection for her, and he wouldn't let her leave, especially with him. Padre Federico could kill him, but he would be immediately suspected of the crime. However, the more sensible way to get rid of the Bishop is to find any secrets that he may contain.

A secret so powerful that his position as Bishop would be stripped. The Padre sat up in his bed and contemplated how he should get close to get information about the Bishop. The man was firm but kind and wondered if Victoriano had a past. Still, Padre Federico didn't want to give up. "No one is truly a saint. Good men have a past that made them good men in the first place." He had an idea, and since it was early in the morning, the Padres would still be in their rooms. 

The Bishop would be in his room or in the church to pray. Since Padre Fermin was still in the Mission, the Bishops would focus their attention on him until he left. When leaving his room, many Tongva workers were preparing for the day ahead. He grabbed a boy and asked him if he had seen the Bishop. The boy told him that the Bishop was in the church, praying. A smirk came across the Padres' lips and sent the boy on his way. Padre Federico immediately went to Bishop Victoriano's chamber and ensured that he wasn't seen.

Upon arrival, Padre Federico closed the door and immediately went to work. He went to the Bishop's desk, where there were a couple of journals and paperwork. The Bishop was organized, and the Padre hoped that he would find a journal or something that would give him a clue of something to use. There was nothing in the Bishop's desk that would assist him, and he looked around. 

A wooden chest was noticed, and there was nothing but clothing and a sword. "Curses!" he mumbled to himself. Padre Federico believed it was best to leave. While walking too quickly, he accidentally hit his leg on the corner of the bed, making him violently flinch. "Aggghhh! Curse this!" The Padre kicked the bed so hard that a third was heard.

Something was heard falling on the floor, catching Padre Federico's curiosity. He looked under the bed and noticed what appeared to be a journal. He got hold of it and slowly opened it. The journal was old, and most of the pages were withered; all the pages were written on. When looking at the last page, it was written twenty years ago.

Padre Federico smirked. "Hm, this will do nicely."