And so ended the first of many...
'm sure Miss Croft would be the first to apologize for her not entirely courteous
behavior regarding some of the more delicate religious artifacts. Father Patrick?
No, need my friend. All in a good cause.
At least we knew they were in secure hands.
And fortunately, the church was above sending a bullet-proof envoy to retrieve them.
Ah, but she recognized her place in the great scheme.
Some things, as history has illustrated, are best left to their slumber.
I speak in riddles.
I talk of the stricken wolf ship.
Ah, yes, the U-boat episode.
Miss Croft would never enlighten me as to the details.
For my own protection, she would often stress.
Indeed, Winston.
And for this you should be grateful.
Deep in the bowels of their vessels lay one
of the most powerful artifacts in all Christendom.
An artifact which, when wielded at the vanguard of an army, would make that army invincible.
The Spear of Destiny...
But the boat never reached the fatherland with its precious cargo.
It disappeared from radar three weeks into the journey.
So, this is the resting place of the fifty-two seamen,
and also something much more sinister.