But she also considered the Catholic Church to be the main problem. Oh, she still went to mass with her family, but secretly she had become a Pentecostal.

The Pentecostal movement had started to take hold in South America at the end of the twentieth century. It seemed a viable alternative for the poor and downtrodden who seemed to find little relief in the stifling hierarchies of the Catholics. It offered a love and brotherhood that seemed much more personal and fulfilling to many. Unfortunately, it developed a radical offshoot, just as fanatical and radical as any Islamic terrorist group. And just as deadly.

Anna had become one of that radical group's most successful agents. Through her father and family connections, she was privy to all sorts of information that the common twenty year old would not have. She usually just passed the information on to her handlers and later would hear about what happened in the news. But not all the time. She had killed before. She was good at it. Her handlers knew it. So this time the handler had given her an order to kill again.

She was filled with anticipation. She knew she was doing the Lord's work. It was a good feeling. It was better than any orgasm that she had ever achieved with casual lovers. If she thought about it too much, her eyes would fill with tears, the emotion was so intense. So she tried to put those thoughts out of her mind and concentrate on the work at hand.