THE QUEST FOR POWER

SECOND CITY...ATL...

We followed the symbols to India Gate. There was a huge crowd of people over there. The old security guard over there somehow seemed to recognise me and said, "Oh, it's you, Mr Black! Wait a minute, you aren't Edward!" "Um... No. He's dead. I'm his son." He eyed me suspiciously. "Is there any way you can prove it?" he asked me, "Tell me your name imposter!" I was taken aback by this old security guard's mood swing. "I'm not an imposter and my name is Abraham! I am named after the eleventh president of USA!" I said, clearly angry.

"So it IS you! Welcome, Mr Black! I have an envelope for you!" I looked at Sam and George. 'An envelope?!' I thought. 'Another clue, perhaps?' and my guess was right, it was another clue.

We thanked the security guard and went to our hotel. Once we reached there, I opened the envelope.

Dear Abraham,

So you have cracked the first code and you are here in New Delhi. Another code is available to you for cracking. It's about another one of your supporters.

This is the next clue: - This is the A-town. When will you say I have found it? The car of the stadium is always ready for you. (An MB).

This time the clue was a bit difficult. I couldn't understand what A-town meant. Plus the last three letters were all so confusing. It was already night so we decided to stay in the hotel. The next morning I woke up early and started cracking the code. I went to many places as Sam and George wanted to roam everywhere. Another day past and I had achieved nothing. It was just Sleepless Nights from then on. I got up early every day with Sam. George was tired, so he was still sleeping.

My phone rang and Sam answered it for me. He said that the company manager was speaking. I took the phone and the manager said, "Sir, you have the meeting with Microsoft in the A-town." "No. Cancel it. I can't attend it. Wait... was that 'A-town' you just said? What does that mean?!" "Sir, A-town is Atlanta's nickname." "Thank you so much!! Remind me to give you a raise and cancel the meeting at once."

I started yelling, "We have to go to Atlanta! We have to go to Atlanta! Yes!! I got it!!" "Um... Dude, relax. Why do we have to go to Atlanta? Asked Sam. I told him everything the manager said on the phone. Both of us started yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"