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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3157394" data-attributes="member: 4936">Meredith tried to ignore the mounting pressure to give in, to conform. Theatrics. She knew her answer. She'd known it since the day after the incident in the library, when she'd tried to explain to her editor...and couldn't. When she'd picked the chip out of her purse lining, but couldn't hand it over. The chip that had her shots of the impossible. Of a skeleton in Egyptian garb. Of the urn. Of the urn burning. More and more she'd wondered why she changed chips so fast. How fortuitous it had been that she had, since all the mundane research had been on one, and all the wild wooly stuff had been on the other. Coincidence? Divine guidence? Latent precognition?It didn't matter though. She'd kept that memory chip sacred because in her heart she knew there was only one place that could really appreciate it. Explain it. And she was there now. One day the events she would document as part of this group would be public. There would be no laborious climb from boring intern grunt work to the investigative work she craved. No famous names swooping down to grab the big stories from her before they went to press. And this Hoffman Institute, and what they faced, was the biggest story of all.&quot;Okay,&quot; she said, when everyone else had had their say. &quot;There's no way I could walk away from this...so I'm in too.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 3157394, member: 4936"] Meredith tried to ignore the mounting pressure to give in, to conform. Theatrics. She knew her answer. She'd known it since the day after the incident in the library, when she'd tried to explain to her editor...and couldn't. When she'd picked the chip out of her purse lining, but couldn't hand it over. The chip that had her shots of the impossible. Of a skeleton in Egyptian garb. Of the urn. Of the urn burning. More and more she'd wondered why she changed chips so fast. How fortuitous it had been that she had, since all the mundane research had been on one, and all the wild wooly stuff had been on the other. Coincidence? Divine guidence? Latent precognition? It didn't matter though. She'd kept that memory chip sacred because in her heart she knew there was only one place that could really appreciate it. Explain it. And she was there now. One day the events she would document as part of this group would be public. There would be no laborious climb from boring intern grunt work to the investigative work she craved. No famous names swooping down to grab the big stories from her before they went to press. And this Hoffman Institute, and what they faced, was the biggest story of all. "Okay," she said, when everyone else had had their say. "There's no way I could walk away from this...so I'm in too." [/QUOTE]

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