When the handsome young Italian man pulled out a gun and said "Come with me" in perfect English, Bob replied "Alright okay."
"Alright okay" is just the sort of redundant phrasing that Bob would never use, which is precisely why it was chosen to activate the global positioning system in his shoe.
Bob was in Cardinal Allergini's waiting room, hoping to do some more research on Saint Catherine's cults, for he was sure Rota Fracta's origins lay therein. Instead, he would learn about them firsthand.
He knew something as conspicuous as a trip to Rome under his real name might attract their attention, but this was beyond his hopes. He supposed he could thank Dahlia for this. Or Isabel, rather. He was sure it started with her. Was she involved with Rota Fracta, or just toying with them, like she toyed with him?
Perhaps he would be able to answer some of these questions soon. After all, in circumstances such as this he could only allow two possibilities for this organization: either it come under his sphere of influence, or it must be destroyed. A hood was pulled roughly over his eyes.