Scylla:
Peters sat across from me a serious look on his face as he slid the picture in front of me. He turned it over to reveal a hidden message. We had been trying to figure out what direction the blueprints went so we can draw them out on actual paper and study them. I looked at the picture and sighed after reading the message. It's a picture of my mother holding me.
"Where did you find this?" I asked pushing it back to him. I don't remember her. This picture means nothing to me.
"She gave it to me," he said not looking away. "The picture isn't what I wanted to see you about. That's just something I thought you might want back,"
"You're here about the Wrights," I stated leaning back.
"They want me to set a meeting. Somewhere open with lots of people around,
