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It was a night like no other, not any different than the last. It wasn’t any different than last night, or the night before that, or the night before that. The only thing that was remotely different was that it was eerily cold outside for just being the end of Summer. It being a Friday night, Roger had hoped that work was going to be better than the weekdays. It was raining now. Rain was always good for business. People come and go; and especially in the city people don’t care. They would go...

INT. A PRIEST BEDROOM -- NIGHT A slim, tall and relatively unassuming priest sits down to write in his daily journal. It is FATHER GREG SHAW, He is the same Shaw we met before but now in catholic priest garb. This is not the world we all know. This is the same Greg Shaw. He goes to grab the rosary beads and kisses them softly. He reaches again for his pen. As he writes we can hear his thoughts. FATHER SHAW Today we buried another young man. He could not have been more than seventeen or eighte...

FOR I HAVE SINNED EXT. DESERT -- DAY On a cracked desert floor, a battered middle-aged man lay on his back baking in the sun. He is wounded, hurt, and halfway on his way to eternity. He bears a worn-out army jacket and frayed combat boots. The glare of the sun is blinding and the heat is now unbearable for the heavily clothed man. Suddenly a single rock, about the size of a half dollar, is thrown from an unknown source landing squarely on the man's forehead. It wakes him from his death nap. T...