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- Summary -

The Vatican deploys two of its more eccentric representatives to explore the spiritual issues regarding the zombie outbreak and hopefully stop the virus from spreading across the Mexican border. By the time the undead epidemic has reached a nation-wide emergency in the United States, government officials give the right to bear arms to certain Catholic priests in a desperate attempt to add more muscle to their military efforts against the zombie onslaught. These "licensed to kill" holy men are dubbed "Agent Priests". In this new regime, Agent Priest, Ben Sparrow and Priestess, Kit Purvey are sent to attempt an exorcism in a Mexican outbreak zone, where zombies are beginning to mysteriously appear in the raunchy town of Tijuana.

- Spitfire -

"The Lord works in mysterious ways!"

As Ricardo checked the engine to the old plane, he swayed his head back and forth, while listening to a classic song.

"Bye, Bye, Miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry the good old boys were drinking whiskey and wine singing this will be the day that I die."

Ricardo had strolled pass the local village in Mexico earlier and noticed some atypical stereotypes such as a man resting near a building complete with a large sombrero on as he enjoyed his siesta, or sleep. The Mexican towns were warm and comforting as the sun and clean air warmed his spirit. Old style houses with their adobe textured walls and vine-strangled fences made the southern country appear both natural and beautiful. Ricardo had come from Mexico himself, but that was long ago. He was now an American citizen, but his country up north was in a dire state.

"Helter skelter in a summer swelter, birds and bees in a fallout shelter;" again those eerie words from that classic song rang in Ricardo’s head. It stirred thoughts of the oncoming Armageddon that Ricardo was currently immersed in.

"In the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken, and the three men I admired most, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast the day the music died."

Was all lost? Was he just stalling an end to the world that God already set in place? This thought fluttered before Ricardo’s brain, but he put it in a darker place in his mind like some unused cloths in a dark closet. It wasn’t time yet to confront such fatal thoughts…not just yet.

" I thought I’d never fly one of these old beauties again," replied Ricardo.

Fifty-two year old, Catholic priest and former Marine, Ricardo Mendoza signed the last release form for the old, world war two, fighter plane. In the hanger just outside of the Tijuana border, Ricardo briefed the Mexican airline officials of his task at hand. In Spanish, he explained that he would take the old, Spitfire plane and patrol over the border and part of the Rio Grande River. His mission was simple; fire at targeted groups of infected people before they could breach the border. Though most of the Mexican border was under control, there were some smaller areas where both rowdy Americans and ghoul outbreaks did sweep past the ground patrols. These areas were the main targets of Mendoza’s mission. He was an X-Marine and would usually be fighting off hordes of zombies in the large, urban areas of the states, but his age and his creed as a Catholic had made him the servant of the new Catholic division called the Agent Priests. However, Ricardo didn’t mind, he was Mexican American and hadn’t been to his homeland in years. His job of providing cover fire for the ground patrol would not be a long one. This noted; he figured he could leave the states and bring his family to Mexico where the land was still infection free. In the U.S, all hell had broke lose and Ricardo found out the hard way that most of the police from his stateside home in L.A were only concerned about protecting the rich folks in Beverly Hills. Knowing this, he thought it best to find his family a good spot in Mexico. Mexico was not the third-world country that it had been when he had left for the states over twenty years ago. Instead, it became a bustling place of rich, cultural diversity and successful commerce. When he had the chance, Ricardo enjoyed strolling the marketplace and testing the exotic cuisine. Homemade enchiladas, jarihito soda pop and Mexican, fried ice cream were a few of his favorites. Nonetheless, he had to put those little pleasures behind him as he prepped himself for another flight into the death zones.

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