Having felt the tremor of Lucendez's landing, Skyelius walked towards the stairs, looked out through a ledge outside of the bar, and noticed the syringes on Brother Juan's belt. He knew what he was up to. Sky ran through the hallways of the living quarters, opened his room's door with a slam and pressed a combination of numbers on the door's keypad. Instead of locking the door, a small junction opened in the floor. It was a hidden locker. He opened it quickly, and took an old piece of 'paper'. That ancient piece of writing was given to him by Elder Cuevas, who had died a few years ago. It wouldn't be detected by the internal sensors due to the material it was written on. The young pilot ran a bit, until he came into the restroom in one of the buildings. He looked at the pad, and punched one of the walls in the pattern the escritos indicated. Shortly after he made his last punch, a 'thud' sound was heard behind the wall. The room's door locked and the wall opened briefly. He walked through and head over to the end of the passage. It was connected to several of the the walls behind the Elders' cuartos. He followed the voices and they led to him behind one of the paintings in the room where Elder Montoya was living. The holes were too small for him to look at, but then all he needed was to listen. He heard a metal sound, as when a sword is unsheathed. It reminded him of his grandfather, the training he got as a boy. Then he wiped off the sweat in his face, and kept listening.
"This is what the Kusari call a Katana", Lucendez's voice was strange. He'd always seen him speak as if it were to himself, Sky thought. He now seemed to be acting as if he were on top of a stage, about to speak to an entire crowd of spectators, and that concerned him a lot.
After having heard what he needed to hear, and sensing insecurity on Montoya's voice, Skyelius made his way back to his quarters. He broke a piece of the paper and looked in the locker for a pen. He finished writing, stood up and looked at the door. He ran and punched it with all his strength. His fist became red, but he felt no pain.
"I must be used to pain already. I hope they can see it before it's too late, but then again I'll know if they're really like that, won't I?"
Those last words to himself made him smile, but at the same time his eyes trembled a bit. He closed them, and held back one of his tears. Soon the sadness inside of him started to turn into anger, and he walked towards the bar. He left the paper in Pedro Alonso's hand, along with a one million credit card. Alonso was astonished, but the pilot had told him what to do. He read the paper and saw Sky's handwriting in it.
The message was written in Spanish: "Cuarenta horas... eso es todo lo que puedo hacer. Ya he decidido, mis hermanos. Ahora decidan ustedes"
"It is a cold universe until you know God as your Father, and then it becomes a home. Even the next life simply becomes the Father's house, home."
—David Pawson
