Contact

I looked at my watch, hardly any time had passed. I sat down in front of the fire and waited until morning came. Suddenly I heard a beep from my backpack. I jumped over to him and pulled out the phone.
" Hello?" I said into the receiver.
A cranked voice came from the receiver: "It's you Dominik. This is Nils. We are in contact!"
"What do you mean? Contact?"
"We have had radio contact with other people. Come back to us as soon as possible. It's important I can't tell you everything here. I'm just giving you one tip. Which organization could know all this beforehand in order to prepare for it?"
"Okay, we're on our way."
I put my intercom back in the backpack and woke the others. The first comment that came: "Man, how do you look?"
"Long story we have to go back to the others!" I told them and got ready to leave. Ten minutes later we were already on our motorcycles and driving back.How fast to pack the tent when one reaches the speed of light.
We were there a few hours later. We saw how Swen and Anke were driving the bus out of the hall. By then Nils had already seen us and ran towards us.
"It's good that you are here, we'll leave immediately."
"Why and where to?" I asked.
"To the smallest country in the world, the Vatican State."
"Okay, now I know what you meant by the organization. The Catholic Church."
"Right now, let's go, load your motorbikes into the little truck and let's go."
No sooner said than done and 7 hours later we were standing in front of the gates of the Vatican in St. Peter's Square.