[Ten meters underground, long corridors and cells... of course the ruddy cult wasn't going to be easy to find. The church was at least only around the corner, but at the sight of the locked gates, Constantine swore.
And put his foot down. He had about enough time to shove the nail into his pocket before the car careened into the gates, ripping one of them from its hinges entirely. The scream of metal tearing and scraping filled the air along with scattering glass as the remaining gate tore through the passenger window. Constantine hit the brakes and managed to stop the whole mess with the aid of the church wall and a good deal more scraping and bruises to deal with later, but he knew he was short on time. The sound might have been heard by anyone keeping an eye out, and the commotion would definitely be reported to the Police. And he still had to find where the bloody underground sanctum was.
He was still cursing out himself for leaving the Doctor as he fished out his phone and the nail and set about slipping into the church proper. The locks were laughable and it seemed Lady Luck at finally seen fit to through a glance his way, as there didn't seem to be anyone on guard. All down below, all awaiting the ritual. Christ, he couldn't remember what he'd read of the ritual itself. How long did it take? What did it entail? How much time did he have if he couldn't make it in the next ten minutes?]
Best not to find out. [A grim reminder for himself, and Constantine raced for the likely location of the priest's quarters and where he hoped any passages below would be.]
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And put his foot down. He had about enough time to shove the nail into his pocket before the car careened into the gates, ripping one of them from its hinges entirely. The scream of metal tearing and scraping filled the air along with scattering glass as the remaining gate tore through the passenger window. Constantine hit the brakes and managed to stop the whole mess with the aid of the church wall and a good deal more scraping and bruises to deal with later, but he knew he was short on time. The sound might have been heard by anyone keeping an eye out, and the commotion would definitely be reported to the Police. And he still had to find where the bloody underground sanctum was.
He was still cursing out himself for leaving the Doctor as he fished out his phone and the nail and set about slipping into the church proper. The locks were laughable and it seemed Lady Luck at finally seen fit to through a glance his way, as there didn't seem to be anyone on guard. All down below, all awaiting the ritual. Christ, he couldn't remember what he'd read of the ritual itself. How long did it take? What did it entail? How much time did he have if he couldn't make it in the next ten minutes?]
Best not to find out. [A grim reminder for himself, and Constantine raced for the likely location of the priest's quarters and where he hoped any passages below would be.]