Chapter 41
“Half of the translation is just things we know already.” Luca sighs, tapping away on his screen. He was standing at the edge of his team, frustration visible in his stance, “It’s not really giving me anything to go on.” “Keep looking, he wouldn’t go through the trouble in hand-encrypting almost half a notebook without a good reason.” Olivia reasoned calmly, needlessly sharpening the blade at the end of her whip. Jay was scowling, hands folded on his chest, clearly not happy that his lecture had been cut barely five minutes in by the sniper claiming he had information. “What are the things we already know?” Armando exhaled, juggling the cans of paint that he was holding for Rena, their resident artist creating a new painting to occupy her mind. “Nai
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