THE QUEST FOR POWER

DELHI...THE FIRST CITY

We decided to start our expedition in New Delhi India. We shouted simultaneously, "New Delhi here we come!"

Then George said, "Guys, where are we going to start from? I mean New Delhi is pretty big so..." He had a point. "Abby, New Delhiwas built by the British, so are you going to search every nook and cranny of that place? It's gigantic!" said Sam. "Actually,I have no idea what we're going to do." Then suddenly, Sam exclaimed, "Oh yes! I've got it! The 'Rashtrapati Bhavan' is the most famous and important building in the history of British architecture in India!" "Yeah, you're right. That's where we should start."

Afew days later we reached Indira Gandhi International Airport in NewDelhi. I didn't want to cause too much attention so we just Ubered acab and left our stuff in the hotel room.

Wedecided to go for a walk outside and see some of the places in NewDelhi. Once we came back, I found an envelope sitting on my bed. Iimmediately called Sam and George. "Open it!" Sam urged me.I did what he told me and found out that there was a code in theenvelope. I scoffed at how simple the code was. However, Sam andGeorge were still confused. The code was quite easy to crack. It wasa kind of code called a pig's pen. The letters were arranged in agrid-like structure. The part of the grid surrounding the alphabetwould be used instead of the alphabet. For example, if I created atic tac toe grid and wrote the letter in the centre, the part of thegrid surrounding 'G', that is, a square would be used to represent'G' instead of the actual letter.

Iexplained it to Sam and George. "So according to your logic, thecode means 'One of your Guardians is a deceiver.'" "OurGuardians, who are they? What does that mean?" asked Sam. "Ithink I think the sender means Luke and Oscar." "They'vebeen helping us since our journey started!" said Sam.

"Iknew it!" said George. "There was no way at least one ofthem wasn't trying to kill us." "So what do we do now?"asked Sam. "It's time we go to the Rashtrapati Bhavan," Isaid. I've always wanted to ride in one of those auto rickshaws asthey have in India so we hired one rickshaw and told the driver totake us to Rashtrapati Bhavan. The place was grand. We went in andafter seeing me, the head of security granted us permission to goanywhere on the premise. Not to brag, but after all, I'm THE AbrahamBlack. I am the CEO of Black Industries.

Idon't know how, but George knew where to go. We followed him. He tookus straight to the President's personal library. Lucky for us, ThePresident wasn't home. So, we managed to sneak in. We searched theplace until there was nothing left to search. We gave up and decidedto walk to India Gate.

Whilewe were walking I saw that there was a symbol identical to myMedallion on every other lamp post. The symbol was quite small butnot small enough to miss if you know how it looks. "Look atthat!" I said, motioning towards the symbol. "Hey, isn'tthat on your medallion?" Sam asked. "Yeah, it is."said George, "It looks as if the symbol is tilted towards theIndia Gate." "Yeah! You're right I exclaimed."