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Uncovering the Past
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John swung by the MSU to apply for an internship in their Anthropology department and their History department. He didn't need a job or a source of income, but he did need to establish some roots if he was going to operate out of Moscow.

Upon returning home, he checked his messages to find... nothing. Oh well. He made some dinner, cleaned up, and got ready for bed. As he settled in to go to sleep, he couldn't quit replaying the days events in his head

Yoseph and his predatory all-knowing presence. Yoseph who had NO scent what-so-ever. Jensen with his curiosity and his willingness to help. And the lack of presence in the Dream. Why Moscow of all places...

And sleep took him.
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#12
John debated with himself on what his priorities were going to have be. Residence, base of operations, study location, meeting with Jensen, getting his computer system running, and establishing an appropriate place for his library. So many choices and so John decided to do something else entirely, he checked his wallet.

Pay dirt. Finally, John received some good news. John's realtor found him a house. Actually, it was more like a sizeable piece of property with a main house, guest house, pool house, and work shop that could easily be converted to a controlled environment study. He was stoked. He called his realtor immediately, "Buy it. Don't let this acquisition get away. Don't fucking haggle. Get me this property and I will give you a bonus of 20,000 dollars. Do it now."


Time was running short. The cuneiform tablets that is people had unearthed in the Gulf of Mexico would be arriving in Moscow soon, and John needed to have an established location for their safe storage and study. As he was verifying the arrival time for his tablets, there was a knock at the door to his loft.

John grabbed his Mark 11 and cautiously went to answer the door. This building had private security and unannounced visits were not a common occurrence. The man standing at the door was in an immaculate suit, tailored to fit and impress.

"John Smith?"
John nodded in acknowledgement. "I have a message for you".
The man handed John and envelope that was obviously from an exquisite collection of stationary, quite unusual.

"You don't look like a courier."
The man offered John a small smile in response and departed as anonymously as he arrived.

John wondered who would send a courier that didn't flinch when the door was answered by a man with a semi-automatic pistol in his hand. The funny part was that the courier smelled of approval when seeing John's precaution. He carefully open the missive, and his initial surprise was replaced with genuine shock.


Armande Giánni̱s polla kharein kai errosthai,

Chairetísmata.

I had the immense pleasure of being a colleague of your Archeology mentor while we were both at Harvard. I see much of him in your studies, and applaude your recent efforts, particularly your deauthentication of the Q Document.

Our interests are greatly aligned. I have dedicated my life to the collection of antiquities and a mastery of ancient languages. In honor, the Holy See has deigned me Director of the Vatican Historical Society. I offer my assistance in the verification of the cuneiform language, and am in personal possession of some documents you might find intriguing as well.

I reside in Moscow at the moment, overseeing the opening of our second headquarters. However I frequently travel to the Vatican. I wish to arrange a meeting at your convenience.


Ta d' alla, seautou epimelou hin hugiaineis,


Director, Vatican Historical Society of the Sancta Sedes,
and
Servus Servorum Papa, His Holiness,
Armande Nicodemus





John sat down and reread the letter. Twice. John was definitely a man of means but to have access to Vatican resources. I was almost a dream come true. This was an offer that had to be explored.

John was curious as to why the sudden overture from the Holy See. Most likely it had to do with his de-authentication of the "Q" Document. But in the back of John's mind he couldn't help but wonder if they were interested in his newest cuneiform acquisition. Did they have an idea what was written on those tablets? Did they have any idea of what he suspected might be the purpose of transporting those tablets to the other side of the world?

Continued in http://w11.zetaboards.com/TheFirstAge/topic/9185156/1/
Edited by doulou, Oct 6 2013, 08:59 PM.
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#13
John didn't waste any time getting his shit together. He grabbed his wallet and started making calls. His first call was to his people at the Smith Foundation in Houston. "There has been a change of plans. I will be needing some of our contractors over here a soon as possible. I want a twelve man security team, staff for a house, and I need someone who is fluent in Russian and has public relations qualifications. If you feel that I need any other specialists, send them. I trust your judgement and discretion."


Then he called his realtor to confirm that she did indeed get him that house. John told her that he wanted to begin moving in two days. To sweeten the pot he offered a 20,000 dollar bonus for each day she saved him. After all, the only use for money was to spend it and each day she saved him from waiting was a step forward on his mission.

Next was arranging a state of the art computer system to be delivered to his soon to be new address. That and getting the proper environmental controls for his library. It looked like he might move more of his original works to Moscow. Maybe he could recruit Jensen into giving him assistance in some of his translations and research. The man was obviously more than he seemed. Maybe he could help Jensen reconcile with his past.

John was having trouble containing his excitement. Those new cuneiform tablets were probably going to have a dramatic impact on his near future. He was sure that they were transported across the world to hide their contents. It was an impossible undertaking considering when this voyage had to take place. the only logical motivation was being more afraid to stay than to risk the open sea. But what was so damn important that it was sealed in such a way that it could survive for thousands of years while buried under over a mile o the sea?

John sat down with his favorite English Bible that he affectionately called 'Jimmy'. The prose writing style of the King James Bible was soothing. The passage that opened to him was 1 Corinthians 4. As he finished the section, he stopped in mid-sentence. Staring at 1Cor4:20, "The kingdom of God is not of word, but of power."


Not of word, but of power? But what power do I have available to me?


It was time to return to the Dream.

Continued in http://w11.zetaboards.com/TheFirstAge/topic/9167085/1/
Edited by doulou, Oct 7 2013, 10:52 PM.
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