"Are you sure about the new locations?"
"The coordinates are direct from the Vatican."
The man folded the map and stored it in the console. He then reached for the Laptop in the passenger seat, opening it. The screen slowly woke from its hibernation revealing a digital version of the man, which he inserted the new coordinates into, and then waited for the data to refresh.
"Do you see it?" The crackled voice asked.
He then removed all of the legend, leaving only those markers he had been tracking, and rubbed his chin quizzically.
"Do you see it, Father Writhe?"
Father John Writhe leaned back in his seat, eying the young man staring back at him with his five o'clock shadowed smile. Ignoring the voice on the radio for the moment, his thoughts were more on what could be unfolding around him. The event he was sent to investigate and quash as wide spread panic by civil rumor that likely went viral via modern technologies. As it stood now, this would not be the report the Vatican was expecting. If the new data was accurate, as it had been on previous predictions, something wicked was happening and there was nothing he, nor the Vatican, could do about it. The voice called to him again, asking the same question it had before. He finally swallowed the uncertainty down and answered.
"Yes, Bishop Verrelli. May God watch over us all."
The screen now showed only the markings on the white grid. Time would tell the tale, if the predictions were correct.