“I want a thousand.” “No can do. I’m not cleared For that and the boss is away.” “Where is he?” “Rome. - Jesus isn’t worth that. He won’t fight. We see him as a poster boy, not a threat. He’s worth, at most, a hundred.” “I’ll take that.” “You’re the first of twelve we can approach. The one called Peter’s set to squawk like a hen for a cock. You’ve already betrayed him. Get what you can. Thirty? Or go ask your Jesus for a raise.”
