The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

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    "Done it," Quentin announced.

It hadn't taken him more than ten minutes and now they were watching the computer screen, which had rows of numbers and letters dancing around that had no meaning whatsoever.

"How did you figure it all out just by staring at some books?" Florence asked while they watched the screen. 

   "It was the books themselves that gave me the idea, each one is titled 'Technology Through Time'. And it got me thinking about an old computer I found in my grandfather's attic when I was seven years old. It fascinated me to no end but he told me he lost the equipment needed to use it a long time ago and then... it just clicked."

Florence was amazed, she had skimmed over the books herself and didn't think twice about the technology they spoke of. 

    "That's impressive, if I had been here on my own I never would have figured that out, I probably would have left by now." 

Quentin shrugged in response but she could tell he was proud of himself for figuring it out. Florence meant her words though, she was fine with the finer thinking and physical aspects of their quest but technology would have been her undoing if it weren't for Quentin. 

   "There it is!" Quentin exclaimed suddenly and pointed at the screen. 

Florence's eyes had been out of focus while her thoughts wandered but when she focused back on the screen, the letters and numbers had begun to form actual words. Florence read them aloud; 

"Greetings, Chosen One..." 

"We know it's the right hidden clue then," Quentin interrupted and Florence shushed him. 

      "Greetings, Chosen One. 
To find what you seek you must follow
the cries of desperation and despair. 
Locate those who are wronged and 
make them right. Not all is as it appears,
though what you require will be laid bare
for all to see."

    Florence and Quentin slowly turned to one another and they shared the same puzzled expression. 

"Did you understand any of that?" Quentin asked. 

"Not really, it's probably going to take some time and careful thinking. Let's head back to the Cantercraft and we can discuss it there. This study is a little stifling."

    Florence took a piece of paper from the desk and wrote down the clue. They packed everything back into their bags and made their way out of the study, back through the museum. The place was still empty, it made no sense that employees wouldn't at least be stood around looking bored or playing on their gadgets.

    Yet somehow there wasn't anyone around and they didn't run into a single person until they were three streets away. A great number of people were crowded under umbrellas, looking up at a huge electronic screen on the side of a building, it lit up most of the street in the growing darkness. 

    But there was something in the report that caught their group's attention. They edged closer to see a large photo of Mr Romader on a news report that was probably showing on every channel throughout Central. A headline beneath the photo read 'Prominent businessman murdered in his own home, suspects still unknown.' The newscaster went on to explain the details of Mr Romader's life and how his family and friends would miss him terribly. 

     Florence felt like she'd been punched in the stomach, she turned to Quentin and he looked ghostly pale.

"Was that our fault?" He asked in a quiet voice, barely louder than a whisper.