[Elliot Clayton x fem!oc]
(𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -- 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞)
Gretta Kemble is the 17 year old daughter of single mother and police homicide detective Grace Kemble, who is most known for dealing with the most high profile cas...
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They had questioned Constantin about the whereabouts of the manuscript and he gave an answer after some convincing.
So, here Grace and Carmen were, digging through flowers in a wheelbarrow, getting dirt everywhere and generally having an awful time at nearly 1:30 in the afternoon.
"I got it!" Grace announces triumphantly as she pulls the manuscript bound in red leather and accented in gold with a fancy "P" symbol in cursive gold on the front. "Great! Now we can bring this back and—"Carmen's phone rings and that exact moment and she frowns. "Hey Ingrid. What is it? What! Alright, we'll be down there in a moment." "What was that about?" Grace asks. "Oh, someone was seen in the Hall of Mirrors and we've been asked to investigate." Grace sighs. "Alright fine. Let's go down there and get this over with."
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They had gotten there and back to headquarters rather quickly. "All that searching for a cigarette case!" Grace says, exasperated as she handed off the decoded manuscript to a staff member to be given to Dupont. "Mm-hm. At any rate, while we wait for the manuscript, do you want to put your skills to the test and analyze the fluid?" Carmen asks and Grace nods in agreement. "I don't have much of a choice." It takes a few minutes and once she's done, she hands the orange goo sample off to Lars to analyze.
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The manuscript was done in a few hours so Carmen and Grace went to Dupont first. "My dear Grace, you have indeed found the manuscript from which that page was torn! And what a beauty it is! However, I was surprised to find modern markings within the manuscript even though the Promethian cult ended centuries ago." "Wait...Promethians? Is that what the "P" on the cover stands for?" Carmen asks. "Yes. They're an ancient cult that was believed to engage in human sacrifice." "Oh...lovely." Grace murmurs. "Do you think the cult could've orchestrated the murders of Prince Albert and Annette Sommeur? What about those modern markings you mentioned...can you decipher them, Dupont?" Carmen questioned. "Ah, malheureusement, I do not have the tool required to uncover their meaning." Grace suddenly remembered something from earlier that day. "Jacqueline mentioned having a decryption tool earlier. Maybe we should talk to her about it?" "That's right! She must've known the manuscript is coded. Come on, Grace! We should talk to her right now."
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They arrived at the Louvre Gardens. "Ms. Proust, you said you would need a decryption tool from the Louvre to decipher the manuscript, didn't you? We can help, but you'll need to share your findings with us." "Wait, does that mean you have found the manuscript?! Let me see it!" Grace hands Jacqueline the book, which she accepts eagerly. "Thank you. Oh, and we don't need the Louvre. I memorized their decryption tool and made one myself from cardboard!" Jaqueline says with a wink before getting to the work. "Well, there are markings! Looks like there's date...let's see," Grace attempts to lean over to try and see what she's seeing, "oh, that's tomorrow!" "What's tomorrow?" Grace asks, hanging on her every word in anticipation. Jaqueline frowns. "I can't tell, some of the words are missing. But there is a place mentioned: Germany." "Germany?" Grace repeats. "Think you could narrow it down to a city? Germany's not exactly Lichtenstein." Jaqueline shakes her head at Carmen's question. "I can't be any more specific. But if you leave the manuscript with me, I can keep working on it!"
