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The drive to the Catacombs was amazing I loved riding a bike and having Daphne pushed that close to me sending delicious mate tingles through me added to the free feeling. This wasn't quite my bike it was one front he Royal Fleet in Europe. Daphne had mused why they would keep a bike but when she saw how people drove around Rome and the narrowness of the ancient streets it became clear to her. We had wandered the tourist open Catacombs listening to the guide and scanning the walls for any sign of a symbol that may help us. We both knew we wouldn't find it in the catacombs of St Callixtus but we had to start somewhere and as two eighteen year old who had only recently learnt what a catacomb was we were finding our feet. Daphne was more adapt at studious endeavours the I was, I went to school because I was made to go but my whole life was pre decided that I was a warrior of the Fianna and I had worked hard at subjects that weren't part of the common teenage curriculum. Daphne was r