The two wooden revolving doors was what stood in between Dela Vega and the monstrance. He had been told that the case that held the holy bread was made of pure gold made from an aztec statue as a gift from the America's to the Church. That was his ultimate prize.
Calling two of his men, he ordered the rest to surround the Chapel.
"If anything or anyone leaves this place, you better point your guns in front of their heads or I shall point mine to yours!" He howled as he immediately bursted through the doors.
There were hardly any people inside the Church.
An old couple was offering an oración near a table of candles. Meanwhile, at the first pew far up front, there was a nun kneeling down in front of a big cross in the middle of the aisle. Other than two more hermanos quietly chatting in a nearby confessional, the Chapel was nearly empty. This was the perfect opportunity for Santana.
"PADRE, PADRE, OH PADRE! FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE SINNED!" He bolstered out, filling the entire hall with his loud lament.
All eyes were now on Dela Vega.
He smiled as he raised his pistol into the air to signal the rest of his men to begin the heist.
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Brief Tales: The Belief Edition
Short StorySome people continue to live on with the help of their loved ones. Others do so by hoping for the best. However, few choose to survive by hanging on to no other than their faith. If faith were kind, it would do so as well. But now I ask you, would y...
