The night sky fell upon London like a black sheet, the light of the stars shining through the windows of the Sivana Institute for Cultural Studies. In a dark office, behind a door labeled PROFESSOR PAUL GREENMORE, sat a young man of about 23 in a bow tie and dress jacket. He was filling in a few reports when the cell by his left hand rang.
Without missing a beat, he dropped his pen and took the call. "Dr. Moone, I presume?"
On the other end was Dr. June Moone, Greenmore's apprentice and a brilliant young woman, who, rather than spend her time writing up theories and sharpening pencils, had set out on a solo expedition to make the discovery that would surely launch her career.
Even now, she still had the voice of a girl fresh out of art school. "Where's the Professor? He was supposed to contact me today."
"Professor Greenmore had to depart on a sudden trip, so he assigned me the responsibility. My name is Eric, just so you know."
"Well then, Eric, I'm pleased to inform you that I have located the site."
"You mean the one the Professor goes on and on about? The one that he claims might even predate the Olmec culture?"
"Indeed. I'm going in tomorrow to take a closer look. Hopefully, I'll find evidence to exonerate him. People will realize that he was right, that there was an ancient society of pagan mystics right under their noses."
"I look forward to hearing about your finds, Dr. Moone. Just be careful." And with that, he hung up.
After a couple of minutes to lock the door and check for anyone who might be listening, he pulled a second phone out of his bag and punched in a secure number.
"Get a message to Director Waller. We have found the site."