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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4692660" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>No Man's Land: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>NEW YORK CITY, NY—Jim Bean peered over Hammer’s shoulder. “What’s in the envelope?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer emptied the contents on the hood of his car. There was a palm-sized scrap of pale tattooed leather, a ten dollar bill, and a folded sheet of paper. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean opened the paper and read it. “Huh. The Earth Died Screaming by Tom Waits.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“It’s a song. These are the lyrics. It’s on an album called Bone Machine, released in 1992.”</p><p></p><p>“Never heard of it,” said Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“You have now,” said Jim-Bean with a smirk. “It’s signed XOX, Palimpset. There’s also a bloody thumbprint on it.” </p><p></p><p>“Weird.”</p><p></p><p>Archive held the leather up to the light. It was about four inches in diameter and roughly circular. There was a stylized star tattooed on one side in red metallic ink that glowed faintly</p><p> </p><p>“That’s not all that’s weird,” said Archive. “This is an Elder Sign.”</p><p></p><p>“The what?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“The Elder Sign is a powerful weapon against the servants of the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods, and can be used to drive them off.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer was staring at the bill. “This has to be a hoax.” He held it up so Jim-Bean and Archive could view it.</p><p></p><p>The bill was slightly larger than normal. It is made of some sort of plasticy material that didn’t crease or easily tear. It was rainbow colored and had a holographic portrait of Hitler on the front. The back contained barcodes, embedded circuitry and a U.S. flag with 57 stars. Text on the bill was in both English and German. The bill was dated "Series 2034.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean frowned. “I can check this easily enough. Let me have it.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer handed him the bill.</p><p></p><p>“I wouldn’t do that,” said Archive. “If this has something to do with the Karotechia then it might be magically—“</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean held the bizarre bill with between forefingers and thumbs and concentrated. </p><p></p><p>“OW!” He shouted, clutching his temple. “Damn it!”</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know. It’s like I got punched in the face.” Jim-Bean rubbed his nose and came up with blood.</p><p></p><p>Archive snatched the bill from Jim-Bean. “It’s got wards incorporated into it.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean dabbed at his nose with a tissue. “Let me try the letter.”</p><p></p><p>“Are you sure?” asked Hammer, dubious.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” said Jim-Bean. He took hold of the letter…</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean frowned. “This is the real deal. You wrote it. From the future. And let’s just say you weren’t happy at the time you wrote it. But you were writing a heck of a lot more than those lyrics.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer’s brow furrowed. He was liking this less and less. “If I were going to send myself a note and I was worried that it might be intercepted, I would use an old trick.” He snapped his fingers. “Lemon juice! Now we just have to heat it.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean helpfully lit the lighter underneath the letter. </p><p></p><p>“Don’t burn it!” warned Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“Relax. I got the dexterity of a surgeon,” said Jim-Bean, waving the lighter back and forth under the letter.</p><p></p><p>Sure enough, a series of letters and numbers appeared, beginning with KRYPTOS.</p><p></p><p>“It’s a code,” said Hammer. “We use it in the CIA.” He tapped the code into his cistron. “If you type this code in using the Vigenere cipher and the alphabetic key PALIMPSET, with unilateral substation, repetitive key …”</p><p></p><p>It appeared on their screens:</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“What the hell does that mean?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“The end of the world,” said Archive flatly. “You somehow sent this backwards in time to yourself.”</p><p></p><p>“Whitcher is the same name Colm used. That must be the Karotechia sorcerer he was meeting with.”</p><p></p><p>“A very important person, apparently,” said Archive.</p><p></p><p>“What about all those numbers?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“GPS.” Hammer tapped the coordinates in. “The new World War II Museum at the intersection of Independence Avenue and 6th Street in Washington D.C. And UTC is Universal Coordinated Time in UNIX epoch format.” He tapped the code in.</p><p></p><p>“Oh man.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“If this is true … we’ve got three hours to save the world.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4692660, member: 3285"] [b]No Man's Land: Prologue[/b] NEW YORK CITY, NY—Jim Bean peered over Hammer’s shoulder. “What’s in the envelope?” Hammer emptied the contents on the hood of his car. There was a palm-sized scrap of pale tattooed leather, a ten dollar bill, and a folded sheet of paper. Jim-Bean opened the paper and read it. “Huh. The Earth Died Screaming by Tom Waits.” “What?” asked Hammer. “It’s a song. These are the lyrics. It’s on an album called Bone Machine, released in 1992.” “Never heard of it,” said Hammer. “You have now,” said Jim-Bean with a smirk. “It’s signed XOX, Palimpset. There’s also a bloody thumbprint on it.” “Weird.” Archive held the leather up to the light. It was about four inches in diameter and roughly circular. There was a stylized star tattooed on one side in red metallic ink that glowed faintly “That’s not all that’s weird,” said Archive. “This is an Elder Sign.” “The what?” asked Jim-Bean. “The Elder Sign is a powerful weapon against the servants of the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods, and can be used to drive them off.” Hammer was staring at the bill. “This has to be a hoax.” He held it up so Jim-Bean and Archive could view it. The bill was slightly larger than normal. It is made of some sort of plasticy material that didn’t crease or easily tear. It was rainbow colored and had a holographic portrait of Hitler on the front. The back contained barcodes, embedded circuitry and a U.S. flag with 57 stars. Text on the bill was in both English and German. The bill was dated "Series 2034.” Jim-Bean frowned. “I can check this easily enough. Let me have it.” Hammer handed him the bill. “I wouldn’t do that,” said Archive. “If this has something to do with the Karotechia then it might be magically—“ Jim-Bean held the bizarre bill with between forefingers and thumbs and concentrated. “OW!” He shouted, clutching his temple. “Damn it!” “What?” asked Hammer. “I don’t know. It’s like I got punched in the face.” Jim-Bean rubbed his nose and came up with blood. Archive snatched the bill from Jim-Bean. “It’s got wards incorporated into it.” Jim-Bean dabbed at his nose with a tissue. “Let me try the letter.” “Are you sure?” asked Hammer, dubious. “Yeah,” said Jim-Bean. He took hold of the letter… Jim-Bean frowned. “This is the real deal. You wrote it. From the future. And let’s just say you weren’t happy at the time you wrote it. But you were writing a heck of a lot more than those lyrics.” Hammer’s brow furrowed. He was liking this less and less. “If I were going to send myself a note and I was worried that it might be intercepted, I would use an old trick.” He snapped his fingers. “Lemon juice! Now we just have to heat it.” Jim-Bean helpfully lit the lighter underneath the letter. “Don’t burn it!” warned Hammer. “Relax. I got the dexterity of a surgeon,” said Jim-Bean, waving the lighter back and forth under the letter. Sure enough, a series of letters and numbers appeared, beginning with KRYPTOS. “It’s a code,” said Hammer. “We use it in the CIA.” He tapped the code into his cistron. “If you type this code in using the Vigenere cipher and the alphabetic key PALIMPSET, with unilateral substation, repetitive key …” It appeared on their screens: “What the hell does that mean?” asked Jim-Bean. “The end of the world,” said Archive flatly. “You somehow sent this backwards in time to yourself.” “Whitcher is the same name Colm used. That must be the Karotechia sorcerer he was meeting with.” “A very important person, apparently,” said Archive. “What about all those numbers?” asked Jim-Bean. “GPS.” Hammer tapped the coordinates in. “The new World War II Museum at the intersection of Independence Avenue and 6th Street in Washington D.C. And UTC is Universal Coordinated Time in UNIX epoch format.” He tapped the code in. “Oh man.” “What?” asked Jim-Bean. “If this is true … we’ve got three hours to save the world.” [/QUOTE]
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