ark. They began to spiral outward engulfing Jean and the monks. Their faces radiated a frenzied joy only found among fanatics. Not knowing quite what to do Steele reverted to his training.

"Attack is the best form of defence." He shouted. Bolting from his hiding place, Steele drew his sword. By the time, he scrambled down the ledge the light had intensified. All four of the men below were swaying back and forth all the while chanting their incantations. Surrounded by the bright light, they lifted their hands toward the heavens awaiting the blessing of eternal life.

Sparks shot from the ark spiralling upward. Screaming "Beau Seant," Steele raised his sword and shield sprinting into the area where the ritual was being held. Slashing left and right, he carved awooden table d'Arcy called Steele into the room. Standing before some high-ranking officers, Steele felt uncomfortable.

"Let's get straight to the point, shall we?" Nodding in agreement, the officers stared at Steele, who became even more uncomfortable.

"It would seem you and your deceased comrade found a unique biblical artefact. I am talking about the Ark of the Covenant, to be precise." He waited for his words to sink in. There was a murmur of excitement among the officers gathered.

"Obviously, it's historic, biblical and cultural importance can never be understated. Each man here will be sworn to secrecy. Steele, you will accompany two of my finest officers along with twelve Templar knights on a mission of utmost importance." He paused.

"It has been decided that the Ark is best-kept secret for