Beneath an ancient olive tree within the restricted gardens of Vatican City, Hazel and Ruby sat quietly upon a weathered stone bench, their dull gazes fixed upon the morning sun filtering through the branches overhead. A gentle breeze rustled the olive leaves while the distant sound of fountains and cathedral bells drifted peacefully through the gardens. The serenity of the place only made the endless waiting feel even more unbearable.
Being stationed here to watch for Corbin had become the most boring assignment either of them had undertaken since the day they were born. Months had passed without the slightest movement from the mysterious priest. No schemes, no meetings, no suspicious behavior. It was as though the man had fallen into an eternal slumber while they wasted away beneath a tree guarding against a threat that refused to appear.
