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Subject: [CIA] Grays - entering the church for the first time
Date: 8 Nov 1994 10:16:23 -0000
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The sun rising over clarehill finds a traveller reclined on the quaintly curved
roof of a butchers building  reading a sheaf of typed notes in a foolscap
folder marked 'code 2'. Grays quickly reads,filing the information in his 
(sometimes) steel trap memory.
  When he is finished he nimbly leaps from the roof to the low porch at the
back of the shop, where mewing alleycats rummage in the bin for scraps of the 
butchers wares, unknowing that the same scraps could also have been mewing 
yesterday.
  Here Grays removes the omnipresent dark cloak, as well as the leather bomber 
jacket which he wears underneath, and over the T-shirt and jeans which he now 
wears he throws the cassock of father Ernst Graysson, replete with holy symbol
(an eleven pointed star). The cloak and jacket go into his knapsack. This 
leaves The long leather harness which Grays uses as a carrying case for his 
weapons. This he adjusts so that it is inconspicuous under the cassock.
  Satisfied, Grays stands and moves, whistleing, towards the mouth of the 
alley. Here a busy thoroughfare reverberates with the hustling bustle found in
the marketplaces of any place of this tech level. He meanders through the maze 
of Hawkers, moving towards the temple.
  As he passes a cart full of freshly cut oaken staves, Grays pinches one,
flipping a silver coin into the bottom of the cart so that the peasant farmer
is not inconvinienced by his theft.
  The crowd thickens as he approaches the large temple which stands in the
middle of the square as a Giant king, staring down at it's minions. Here people
are buying and selling, paupers begging, priests are giving benediction, and
basically chaos ensues. Unpeturbed he strolls forward, through the massive iron
gates and into the realms of `Gaator The Master of all'.