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That night, the Reverend sat in his quarters, reading from the Bible. He was reading about the beginning, when Satan came to Adam and Eve in the form of a snake to get them to eat God's apples from the tree. How Adam and Eve were offered power and blindly ran to it, only to fall into a trap. This was the Reverend's favorite Bible story, for he believed it gave a great lesson for people today. Suddenly the old phone rang, its shrill bell shattering the silence. With a frustrated sigh, the Reverend picked up. "Reverend James?" the man asked on the other line. "Yes, who is this?" James asked. "Bishop Franque," Franque replied. "Oh, Bishop, I am sorry," James said, straightening himself, "I did not recognize you." Franque chuckled on the other line, "Don't worry about it, James," Franque said, "But I do bear distressing news. The Scribe is among us. I have a vision that he is in your town. He was in church at mass today." James gasped, "How could that be? Who is he?" James asked. Franque sighed on the other line. "I did not see his face clearly in the vision," Franque replied, "I am boarding a plane now to come there. Hopefully I will have more visions when I get there. In the meantime, meditate and see if you can find him. Any help we could get to get the Scribe would be most helpful." James nodded, "Yes, Bishop. I will get working on it in the morning," James said. Franque grunted in approval and hung up. James closed his eyes and thought back to the other Scribes that had walked the Earth. Every Scribe so far had been a spawn of the Devil himself, wreaking with evil. James sighed, shook his head, and went off to his bed.