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Authors: William Doonan
I’m getting thirsty. I haven’t had anything to drink in about six hours. I’d really rather not spend the night here.
    I just translated your Latin message, Leon – “ be wary of the demons. go away, go away. When [Sopay] comes, he comes always. All will perish. ”
    That’s a real hoot! As if things haven’t been freakish enough around here.
    I’m going to log off now to save battery power. Can you make those calls so I can get the hell out of here?
    Who the hell is Vasco Cuellar? Also, what is a Sopay ?

June 17, 2011
Seville, Spain
Vasco Cuellar
    
    Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc.
    Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc.
    Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc.
    Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc. Veniet vobis nunc.

June 17, 2011
Seville, Spain
Bruce Wheeler (part 4)
    Leon, I’m really hoping that this is just you being a dick. I’ve got to tell you – at this point I’m getting scared. It’s now 10:00 at night, it’s dark, and even a little cold. And I haven’t heard anything from anyone, except of course for the second creepy Latin post. Veniet vobis nunc – ‘He’ll come for you now.’ That’s cute. That’s really what I need.
    Guys, there’s someone in the hall. I just tried calling out but there’s no answer. I can see him through the door. This is really starting to freak me out. OK, if you’re there, Leon, or whoever might be reading this, can you please call the Seville police and have them get in here? I tried contacting them by e-mail but I’m getting nothing back. I’m switching to voice activation mode, and I have the Spanish-to-English translation module on, so here it goes. I’m heading over to the door.
    voice activation mode:
enabled
    indiv 1: Who’s there? Who’s out there, please? I can see you through the glass. Can you help me get out of here, please?
    
    indiv 1: Why are you moving like that? Michelle, guys, if you’re online, there’s someone just outside the door and he is rocking back and forth and gesturing slowly with his hands. But he’s back in the shadows. I can’t see what he’s doing.
    indiv 1: Can you call the guards please? Can you call the police, sir? Do you work here?
    
    indiv 1: No, don’t go away. Where are you going? Please come back. Guys, I think a door just opened downstairs. There’s someone coming.
    
    indiv 1: < shouting> In here! OK, it’s the police. They’re unlocking the door.
    
    indiv 2: …lot of much trouble. Illegal to hide in archives after hours. Result in revocation of licensing and legal action, punishable…
    
    indiv 1: …wasn’t hiding. I was working and then suddenly I looked around and nobody was here. Then I was talking to that man out in the hall but he left.
    indiv 2: …is no man in the hall. Archive has been closed for hours.
    indiv 1: There was a man standing outside the door in the shadows. He kept gesturing to me but I couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell me.
    
    indiv 2: He is alone…yes. Yes. I will bring him.
    indiv 1: Bring me where? Look, I just want to go home and drink some water. What are you doing? Ow, ow! Why are you handcuffing me? Can I see your badge, please? Wait, are you even real police? Who are you? Let me remind you that I am a United States citizen, and I have certain rights under…
    
    
    voice activation mode:
disabled
    battery low; preparing to hibernate

June 17, 2011
Segovia, Peru
Michelle Cavalcante
    Bruce, I don’t know who is more scared right now, you or me. We’ve had a rough night, and it sounds like you have too. Cyrus just tried calling you but the phone line is out.

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