The Vatican Hack by The Written Word Group

 

Janet poured herself a drink and picking up a magazine, crossed to the settee. Settling herself she began to read. It had been a long day and she was grateful for the opportunity to relax. Hardly had she finished the first paragraph when there came a knock at the door.

 She opened the door and was shocked to see Adam standing there with two Policemen.

"Hello Mum."

"Adam, what are you doing here? Why didn't you call to tell me you were coming?"

"Can I come in Mum?"

"Of course, you'd better all come through."

They entered and sat on the settee, a policeman on either side of Adam.

"What is going on son?"

"Mom, I hacked the Vatican."

"What! Hacked! I don't understand"

"This is serious stuff Mrs Brown. Adam  hacked the Vatican Secret Service servers. 

At this moment, all your lives are in danger"

 Meanwhile Pope Nigel was in his study thumbing through his latest copy of Altar Boy Illustrated which he took for the Motoring Supplement.

His Study door burst open and in rushed Cardinal Sinn.

"Apologies your Eminence, terrible news, we've been hacked!"

 "For goodness sake, calm down," he replied, tossing the magazine onto his desk. "Go and have a genuflect or something, can't you see I'm busy!"

 Adam tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and the two grim looking officers on either side, but the sofa was rather small.

“What’s the big deal? I just happened to come across this sort of flow chart which I followed, and suddenly I was knee deep in priests, monks and nuns, mostly just chanting and praying.  Where is the crime in that?”

“Well,” responded the guy on Adam’s left.  “A crime there must be because we’ve been informed that Opus Dei have begun an investigation, and you may not be aware, but that has at times ended with people hanging from bridges!”

 Pope Nigel laid his Altar boys magazine down and made the call. Minutes later a car pulled up outside Adams mums house. Two men got out. As always it was clean but nasty.  An hour later the removal van pulled away. Occupants of the house dead and removed, except one.

God's wife glared at him. "I suppose you think that's funny, making a big fuss about creating 'Adam', a son for me you said; you've not even got around to giving him 'Eve' before you have him knocked off by a bunch of religious fanatics. Garden of Eden my foot."

They had the kid.

The sisters of mercy unit would pull his toenails out to find out what he knew or shared.

If it all came out, JFK, Roswell, 911, the devil worship, alien contact. There would be a lot of red faces. 

So Adam had to be interrogated, then wacked.

He had heard the screaming from downstairs then listened as the car pulled away.

It was safe to come out.

He removed the board and found the phone hidden in the box.

They hadn't been that thorough after all.

After making the call, he left, ignoring the carnage around him.

Sister Mary from the Convent of the Immaculate Convection replaced the receiver. She is deep in St Peter's bowels. She turns to her computer monitors. The Vatican CCTV cameras shut down, one by one. The City State is blind. The personal files of Vatican Staff are open and the Holy Father's privates are exposed. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, a desperate email to Robert Langdon, The Illuminate has struck again.

Indeed, let there be light, intoned the Lord, from his vantage point high above the digital labyrinth that was the Vatican’s website.  It would seem if one wanted something done , one should do it oneself!   Perhaps a little fun, just to remind these foolish men with their over-inflated opinion of themselves just who was the Omnipotent one.    The Lord thought for a moment, then struck.

Back on a terrestrial level again, turmoil ensued.  The entire Vatican archives had disappeared.  Not a single remnant of 2000 years of Christianity remained, the a Gospel was disintegrating into dust and rising from the ashes like the proverbial  Phoenix,  was the Quran.  The Lord smiled grimly.  Let their digital AI wizards sought that out!