The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

Wear And Tear

    Quentin came to sit in the chair next to Florence, his concern entangled with confusion.

"What does that mean? That's the second time we've seen that word 'Onslaught'... It can't be a coincidence, can it?" 

Florence didn't have the answers for him, none of it made sense.

    She handed the scroll to Quentin and got up to make some tea, she didn't really want any but she wanted to keep busy, her frustrations were getting the better of her.

"Erm, yeah you read that part... okay, here. After your name it says,

    'This might be confusing and we know you'll have a lot of questions. We're prepared to answer them but you must come to us, the coordinates are at the bottom of this scroll. Bring whomever you need but don't tell too many, our very lives could depend on it. We hope you are who we think you are. Good luck.'

And that's all, it's not signed or anything. I... I don't get it."

    Quentin rolled out the scroll and secured it with four coasters. Florence stared down at the words but they made no more sense to her than when Quentin read them out.

"I don't get it either, where do those coordinates lead?" Florence looked at the numbers but she'd need to get out her maps to know where they led.

"Hold on, I can tell you."

    Quentin took out his mobile telephone and began tapping away, Florence liked the gadget but she couldn't imagine owning or using one. 

"Ah, here it is. Wait, it's in East Teridia, they want you to travel all the way there just because of this onslaught thing, whatever it is?" Quentin snorted out a laugh and Florence had to smile.

   "When you put it like that, it does sound ridiculous." Florence agreed.

But the events at Cresswell were still playing on Florence's mind, the whole event certainly wasn't ridiculous, it had been all too real.

   "It all sounds like one of those scavenger hunt scams, where you run around collecting things and finally get to the weird destination only for them to rob you of everything and leave you there." 

Florence arched a brow at him, "And how would you know of such things?" 

Quentin's nose crinkled, "I hear things, see things... on the interconnection."

   That was about as far as Florence's brain understood of the technology world. She shook her head and began to pour them some tea. She was finally back in her own home and she had a lawyer to fight, she couldn't be going off on scavenger hunts set up by mysterious strangers who broke into people's houses.

   "Oh, I didn't see this bit before, must have skimmed over it." Quentin said suddenly.

Florence peered over his shoulder while he spoke.

"It says your house belongs to you again and that scum-sucking lawyer has been dealt with, whatever that means."

    "It does not say scum-sucking?" Florence asked in disbelief, adjusting her glasses on her nose so she could see better.

"It does, right there. I don't know how I could have missed that the first time though."

   But Florence knew for a fact those words hadn't been there moments before. They had been added, someone knew what she had been thinking about and tried to put her mind at ease. Well it didn't work, quite the opposite and now she had to wonder what else they could possibly know.