AGENT WOLFE HEADED A SMALL four-woman Elite SWAT team — and they approached the Convent's main door. She observed two members, using a battering ram to breach the sturdy oak door. Nearby, another duo was also trying to smash down into the heavy door of the orphanage, Commander Ester Petersburg was leading her own tactical crew — they were in a position to search and capture the hiding Intersexuals monks, inside the abbey.

Another elite-force member was in the compound, firing smoke-bombshells that crashed into the glass window panes of the top floor of those two antediluvian buildings.

*

Sister Margaret was still peeking out from Mother Superior's office window, and she betokened anxiously. "Mother, they are breaking the main doors." The old nun was searching in her drawers and brought out two dusty gas masks that had been stored since the Medusa Virus scare.

"They will smoke us out next."

"How do you know that, Mother Superior?"

The old nun tossed a mask to the younger nun, while she pursued their possible attack to be faced...

"I watched some TV cop shows at night — and I know how they think. Now put on your gas-mask, Sister."

Sister Margaret knew of her superior, watching the news channel to update the nuns of what was happening in the world outside the convent — but she was taken aback that Mother Superior had a lure for crime shows.

"What will happen to us now?" The prioress then implied in rectitude...

"They would probably shut the Convent down, and most probably will imprison us — but what is most important is that the children would have escaped, according to what we had planned — and they would reach to safety."

*

A two-woman e-SWAT team was outside, breaching the sturdy main door of the Cathedral. Inside, three panicky nuns were assembling the large group of thirty-odd clean shaven-headed Intersexual boys in monk-robes. They had earlier used the secret underground minster passage, to gain their access from the abbey-orphanage — sneaking inside the cathedral unnoticed.

The three nuns then proceeded to the back of the main altar as instructed earlier by Mother Superior, and they removed the floor carpet — where there was a trap-door concealed beneath...

They opened it — to catch sight of a running sewer passage below...

Sister Sarah instructed the leader of the monks...

"Michael, you have to lead them — and keep going left till you come to the end of the sewer that leads to the river — then follow the right side of the river, where you and the boys will then, a walk-on for about a mile without being detected — and you will all finally come, to the back of the St. Anthony's Church — Sister Michaela will be waiting for all of you there."

The pulsating at the Cathedral main door's breaching was deafening, and another younger nun hollered to prompt her...

"Sister Sarah — quick, let's get the boys down — that door will crash in, any moment now."

The boys set down on a small rusty ladder on the wall, and they landed in knee-deep of reeking water — their robes were soaking in the dross. They heeded to Sister Sarah's voice above from the trapdoor...

"Michael, lead the flock — all you boys, say your prayers — and may the Good Lord bless and keep you all safe."

"Yes, Sister Sarah."

The distressed Michael replied — and was the last to descend down, while the nuns pulled down the lid of the trapdoor — with the boys glancing above to it closing...

The nuns covered the furtive passage at the altar back, with the carpet over it.

In the shadowy sewer tunnel that was a quarter of a mile long — Michael led the boys into the knee-deep of gushing cold water, towards its turbid exit at the river end.