Warrior Nun

- She was dead. - Yes.

So she'd go back to being dead?

There's no way of knowing.

I can't move.

Well, that was no fun while it lasted.

- The Halo chose her. - It doesn't belong to her.

I say we take it out.

- And if she dies? -

That's up to God.

- You ever see Shannon do that? - No.

- What's happening? -

I understand that you're scared, but you need to calm down.

- -

It's reacting to your emotions.

What's reacting to my emotions?

- The Halo. - What Halo?

What the hell is going on?

This is gonna be a long day.

- -

Ava.

Are you okay?

What do you say we try this again?

Areala of Cordoba

was one of the fiercest warriors the world has ever known,

but her beginnings were far more humble

She wasn't born a believer.

When her family's land was seized by invaders,

Areala was orphaned.

She spent years wandering...

lost, without purpose.

Until she found Him.

Liam Neeson?

I've seen this one.

He exacts revenge on everyone who wronged her.

Not Liam Neeson.

The Rock?

- God. - Oh.

She found God.

Please.

Continue.

Yeah, I hate to disappoint, but I don't...

Here's the translation.

"Areala spent the rest of her life fighting in His name."

"By 1095, when Pope Urban II ordered the First Crusade..."

I'm sorry. Can we maybe jump to the part

where any of this has anything to do with me?

You're getting there.

"Areala was fearless..."

"...willing to give everything...

- including her life." -

"Eventually, Areala would give her life.

But it wasn't on this day.

A messenger from God, the angel Adriel had other plans.

He couldn't let her die.

Her journey wasn't finished.

But there was only one way to save her.

So Adriel made the greatest sacrifice.

He gave up a part of himself."

Are you saying that thing is in me now?

Obviously, that was not our plan.

Fate intervened, just as it did with Areala.

Our plan?

We belong to the Order of the Cruciform Sword.

Devout women who've dedicated their lives to fighting an ancient evil.

Devout women and you.

I've been tasked with tending to their needs.

Well, not every need.

You've seen it. The beast.

It's called a Tarask.

Because of the energy it takes to slip their bonds,

they can only exist in our world for a short time.

And their world is...

Hell.

Right.

And the other ones,

the ones that are here, but not here?

Wraith demons.

They feed on the natural darkness in people's souls,

influencing them to do their bidding.

They can't do any damage themselves, because they still have one foot in...

Hell?

Right.

- The thing on my back. - Mm-hmm.

That's why I can see them?

The Halo affords you the gift of sight.

The ability not just to hunt them, but to kill them.

Okay. I hate to break it to you, but I'm no hunter.

I'm not even a gatherer. A week ago, I couldn't even walk.

I know, and I'm sorry for what you've been through.

But perhaps God has spared you in that accident for a reason.

A greater purpose.

No. No, no, no. You know what?

Maybe I don't know who I am or what I'm supposed to do,

but I'm pretty sure that fighting demons ain't it, okay?

Whoever bears the Halo is the new champion.

The Warrior Nun.

That's the way it's been for 1,000 years.

We've sworn our lives to keep this evil at bay.

No. No, you've sworn your lives.

I just got mine back.

I'm not looking for a commitment right now.

This is hard to process.

I get that.

You know what?

Maybe... maybe we take the weekend.

Hmm.

You know? Think... think it over.

I'll come back on Monday, and we can talk more.

Until you learn to control the Halo's powers,

you're a danger to yourself and everyone around you.

I can't let you leave here.

So I'm a prisoner, then.

The other option is less desirable.

Well, you can't keep me locked up in here. It's a legal thing.

Kidnapping.

You're safe here.

Out there, we can't protect you.

My friends will come looking for me.

The same friends who left you behind at the party?

How long do you think you'll survive out there?

I have superpowers.

That you have no idea how to use.

Every time you do, you're putting yourself at risk.

Make no mistake, the Tarask will find you.

Wait. That thing is after me?

It's after the Halo.

You're just in the way.

The Tarask is attracted to the energy the Halo gives off.

Like a hound that catches a scent, it knows where you've been.

But he can't smell me with this on, right?

The vest is lined with osmium, like the walls of the protective room.

It acts as an energy dampener.

That's why the beast wasn't summoned by this morning's incident.

You mean my freak-out.

We can teach you focus and control so that doesn't happen again.

We can show you what the Halo can do so you can defend yourself.

Here, I thought you were taking me to Make-Out Point.

This is funny to you?

A nun with a shotgun to my head?

Oh, so lapsed, then.

My friend is dead, and her blood is on your hands.

You'll have to be more specific.

The docks. The explosion.

- I don't know anything about that. - No, of course not.

My team was hired to transport a shipment. That's all.

- Do you know where it came from? - All I know is everything was copacetic

until my men were ambushed by a bunch of...

well-trained female operatives.

Yeah. Who you knew were coming, and you rigged the crate to explode.

You think I'd jeopardize the lives of my men?

Reputation is all there is in my line of work.

So you were moving it without knowing what was in it?

As long as I get paid, I don't care what's in it.

And you did get paid... by Arq-Tech.

They're not behind what happened.

And how do you know?

Because whatever was supposed to be in that crate,

they wanted it, bad.

And they tell you that?

Price on delivery told me that.

How many casualties were on your side, apart from your friend?

Just her.

Then whoever rigged the crate is either shite at their job...

or they're a real pro who got exactly what they were after.

Shannon was the target.

Well, I'm so glad I could help. But if you don't mind, my time is...

kind of valuable.

And you think I'm just gonna let you walk away?

Your men still attacked us.

And you're still a nun.

Thou shall not kill and all that.

The cliff was a nice touch...

but the show's over.

What the hell was that?

Your guess is as good as ours.

But... before it cut out,

I... I thought I saw something.

The camera didn't pick up a heat signature.

Might be some sort of cloaking technology.

So, Klingons...

Harry Potter.

Cameras or no, we still have a lead.

This was Cardinal Duretti's handiwork.

That's not where I was going.

Come on.

You think it was those kids who infiltrated my show-and-tell?

Those kids didn't con their way in so they could tear up the place.

They were in it for... for the free drinks and the shrimp cocktail.

Maybe their agenda changed once they got inside.