Chapter 40
The first thing was the smell. The pleasant smell of flowers. A lot of them.
Colors filled the room. The only light coming from the windows, but it was enough. Yellow, orange, red, violet, pink. There were several types of flowers all over the floors of the room. Just the area necessary for the door to open was clear of them.
The table had a single flower on it. A paper sheet under it. He could reach it without disturbing the flowers on the floor. There it seemed to be a pattern in it. He could recognize it. They used in the Order, It was loosely based on braille. If you divided the area in squares, you could find letters or numbers, depending on the location of the dot, or in this case, the different colours. It sounded complicated, but it really was not.
He took a long look at the flowers on the floor, quickly separated the flowers in squares, and taking notice of the locations of the 'dots'. It didn't make sense as letters, but as numbers. It was coordinates.
He repeated the numbers on his mind, several times, until he had them memorized. Then he moved out-of-the-way for McGee to take pictures.
He waited until the agent was finished to move again towards the room and, putting on gloves he had on his pockets, took the flower and paper from the table.
It was a small violet flower, the type that grows on the forest floor. This one looked just like the one that grows on the forest where he and Artemis once had survival training on. The one where they had, for the first time, voiced their feelings.
She was definitely a cunning woman. She asked for him to go back with her and just kept bringing elements to some of their best moments.
The agents were looking at him, seeing how he looked at the flower, the longing in his eyes. He then, turned his attention to paper.
It had a text printed in it.
Betrayal follows the sinner wherever he goes.
But redemption can be found.
Remember where you came from, who you really are.
Remember the meaning of your name.
Remember who we are.
One can not outrun oneself.
Because retribution will always find you
He read those words. She was once again asking for him to go back. Asking him to remember who he was. As if he could forget.
Remember the meaning of your name.