A Chance

“Time is running out. I cannot wait any longer, so; I must act now. I have mailed this to you because I know that you are the only one that I trust with this. The information that is within the pages of this black notebook is of the greatest importance. This book is everything! Keep it with you always. Never let It out of your sight. There are many who would do practically anything to obtain the knowledge that this book carries. Do not hesitate; any delay may cost us dearly.”

“As you know, I have worked long and hard creating all that is contained in this book. It is comprised of all the research and what I have learned over the last fourteen grueling months. It is ready, and the time is now. I know the detailed sketches and information within will help you in your endeavors. It is now up to you. Please take care.”

“If you open the book to where the scarlet bookmark is, you will find the algorithm that I have been working on. It is the key to it all, and I believe it will give you the outcome you are looking for. I hope time is on our side and this package finds you well, old friend.”

“In the back of this book, there is a pocket which I have concealed twenty thousand dollars. Use it to keep a low profile and to finish the work at hand. As you know, time is of the essence. Please, take this and use it to the only conclusion possible. Remember all things have a purpose, and so it is with this.”

“All the best, your colleague and friend.”

“Anthony White.”

In a dark jumbled ruin of what was once a room of some type, a flashing blue light echoes out, high lighting two figures standing there. A gentle beep, beep sound is heard, followed by a male voice.

“Unusual, and where did you find this?”

A female voice answers.

“I have been receiving a variety of faint signals as I was scanning the area. One of the stronger that I picked up was just under some of the rubble here. The package was in the dirt. It is an envelope, I believe.”

“I was able to do a virtual scan and retrieved it.” The female states and adds,

“The files of this area show that it used to be what they called a Post Office station. A form of early communications.”

“Interesting, is that all that the note says?” replies the male voice.

“Yes, that’s it.”

“And the black book is it there?”

“Give me a moment.” The female replies.

A short pause is in the air, followed by the gentle beep, beep sound.

“Yes, it is in the envelope.”

“What shape is it in?”

“It’s in surprisingly good shape, considering.”

“And what about the algorithm mentioned? Is it there?” asks the male voice.

“Analyzing. One moment for the 3D scan and virtual reconstruction.” Answers the female.

Another pause is heard more prolonged than the first, followed by the same gentle beep, beep sound.

“Yes, it seems to be part of an old script. It is interesting to see. It must be at least three to four hundred years old.” She states, adding.

“My carbon scanners confirm the date to be three hundred and thirty-three years.”

“And what about the back pocket of the book? Is anything still there?”

“Yes, there are some small paper blends there. Each with what appears to be a human face of importance and numbers on it. Stand by while it is analyzed.”

The gentle beep, beep is breaking the still air.

“The files show that it is a currency. A form of payment. For its time, considered to be a fair amount.”

“So…, it never made it to its final destination then.” Asks the male.

“No.”

“And have you anything on Anthony White?”

This time there is a much longer pause but no gentle beep, beep.

“Unfortunately, my files do not go back that far. The knowledge base back at the station should have more data of this time period. Should we conclude our search for now?” the female asks.

“There does not appear to be much more here on the surface. We can ask for an archival bot to finish up here so we can go back to the station and continue. Vacuum form the package with the black book to avoid any decay. Then sent it to the Knowledge base for safekeeping.”

“Confirm.”

“Modo to Catalog vessel three, we are heading back. Repeat, Modo to Catalog vessel three we are heading back. ETA ten minutes,” The male informs.

A bright light floods the ground suddenly, dancing off all that it hits as the two futuristic figures emerge out of a dark recess and head towards the light, then they are engulfed and disappear.