GAS-MASKED ELITE SWAT TEAM LED by the commander ferreted for the Intersexuals whereabouts, in vain — foraying into every corner of the old, abbey-orphanage house. An elite soldier among them was using a hand-held heat-sensor motion detector device, to scan the walls.

The smoke-bombs had made the place very hazy, and that exasperated Commander Ester Petersburg...

"Too much goddamn smoke — go and open all the fucking windows — and radio the stupid cunt-hole down there, to stop shooting any more of the damn thing!"

The Elite cop with heat-sensor device responded. "I have searched the entire floor, Sir — no sign of them in the building."

Another woman e-soldier stepped in howling in excitement...

"Sir, come over here — I think I've have found a hidden door to an old, creepy basement below!"

Petersburg was back beaming at them...

"Okay 'boys', let's search down there."

*

In the Convent building, the four e-SWATS toddled up a flight of stairs vigilantly with Agent Wolfe tagging them from behind. Some more nuns in gas-masks jumped at them with wooden croquet mallet clubs on the first floor — but they were gunned down noiselessly by the elite cops.

*

Mother Superior stood on a chair and was searching the top of a cabinet in the storage room, Sister Margaret was in qualm...

"Are you sure it is there, Mother? Probably someone might have sold it at the pawn-shop."

"No, it is here somewhere — I know it is."

Her ageing hands rummaged around, and she finally found it...

"Hah, there you are!" Mother Superior brought down an old dusty Winchester rifle...

"Say hello to Father Benny's hunting rifle, I hope it works after being here a long time ...

"The poor Father Benny, (God bless his soul) — he passed away a year before the Medusa Virus hit us back then. He was a big gun-freak, and his Sunday sermon analogies were always about hunting."

"Do you have shells for it?"

Sister Margret asked while she helped the oldest nun in the Convent down from the chair. Mother Superior opened a drawer and held out a worn-out cardboard box — she started loading the rifle chambers with the shells.

"This will scare them off."

"Mother, have you used a rifle before?"

"No — but, how complicated can it be?"

Mother Superior raised the barrel — she accidentally fired a shot — and it made a large hole on the wall. She was thrown back from the recoil, but Sister Margaret grabbed the old nun...

Somewhere nearby, Wolfe heard the booming shot that was not muzzled — the White House agent exclaimed to the E-cops...

"Those Jesus-whores are armed!"

*

The Elite-force troopers led by Petersburg exploited their flashlights attached to their rifle ends and helmets into the dusty, dark basement of the orphanage — they descended beneath a flight of stone stairs. There were ancient crypts that were centuries old embedded on walls, with heavy cobwebs, hung in the ceiling as they passed inside passage.

*

The thirty-six torpor Intersexuals treaded, in knee-deep murky water and their soaked monk robes were pulling them down. Ahead, Michael was still leading them. They arrived at an intersection with two passages — Matthew asked...

"Left or right, Michael?"

"I am not sure, Sister Sarah did not say about this. Come, let's take the right." Michael turned to look behind and instructed the rest of the boys.

"Come on everyone, keep up the pace — we are going that way!"

*

The leader of the Elite-force took point at the storage-room door...

She displayed a silent three-count with her fingers. A second cop kicked the door down while Wolfe watched the e-SWAT storming inside — Mother Superior and Sister Margaret were caught off guard...

The Elite force started shooting and the two nuns dropped on the floor.

Wolfe stepped up — and stared morbidly at the old, dying Mother Superior, who had sustained multiple abdominal shots. She was gasping for air like a goldfish while puking blood in exhale...

The iconoclast Wolfe imposed her predilection of execution — her insensate eyes stared below —before shooting the old nun right in the face...

"Rest in Peace, you damn harlot of Christ!"

*

The Intersexuals monks drew closer to a dead-end — and the passage had iron prison-like bars barricade, the exhausted Peter cried out in disappointment at the flustered looking Michael...

"It is a dead-end, Michael — what do we do now?"

"Turn back — we will use the other passage, it may lead us outta here."

"Who placed those bars on the passage?" Matthew was curious.

"The City might have put it up, and the sisters were not aware of it — let's try the other way out — and let's pray we can get out of here," Michael responded in desperation, and he turned to the rest of the monk...

"Come on, let us go, brothers."

They all doubled back, grousing beneath their breath — most of the monk-boys have lost their trust in Michael's leadership, because he seemed just as lost as the rest of them, after almost half an hour in the foul water, wearing their burdensome soaked up robes. Some of the boys lost their footwear, toddling thick in the muddy sewer floor.