The metal object
at the end of the tunnel turned out to be a set of doors. By this time, my eyes
had adjusted to the darkness, and I could look at its entirety without a
problem. There was a small glowing box besides the door, the pulsating light I
had seen near the entrance of the passage. On closer inspection, I realized
that it was a small fingerprint scanner, and I assumed that was the only way
in. Hoping that Grandfather didn’t assume I’d go looking for his fingerprints
to copy and use, I place my index finger upon the scanner. To my relief, the
scanner beeped its approval and the door slid open to reveal a very small room.
The room was maybe about the size of an elevator car.
I stepped in, and
found a table, upon which sat a book. I picked it up, and saw it was a copy of
Robert Louis Stevenson’s novel, Kidnapped, the book that was linked to this
room. After studying the book for any clues, I heard a click, as if some sort
of a mechanism was released. I looked around to see where it came from. Of
course, at that moment, the room decided to reveal itself as a hidden elevator.
The doors slammed shut, and suddenly I was hurtling towards the ground inside
of the ‘secret room.’ I lost balance and fell to the ground, and I had to
admit, I did scream out of surprise and terror. The elevator fell for a long
time, much longer than it would’ve taken to reach the ground floor. I concluded
that this next step was far underground, probably even past the aqueduct. When
it finally stopped, I managed to stand up again. The doors slid open again.
It opened onto
another hallway, as fluorescent lights lining the wall lighted this one. I
decided to keep the book, just in case. This door opened of its own accordance
when I approached it. I stepped inside, and the door shut behind me.
I was in a white,
perfectly circular room with no apparent clues as to what I was supposed to do
next. I tested the door that I came through, and it was locked. “Damn it,” I
muttered under my breath. This can’t be the end! I opened the book to see if I
could pry anything out of it. I flipped through a few pages, at the beginning,
and a few at the end. And then I moved more towards the middle. I have a bad
habit when reading books, to open the book wider than is necessary. Grandfather
always scolded me, saying I was ruining the book’s spine. Well, as I did that,
some handwriting showed up very close to the spine on page 21. I turned it so
that the writing was facing the right way up. In Grandfather’s cramped writing,
I found the English spellings of each Greek letter. I read all the way down the
list, from Alpha to…Psi?
“Wait a second,
where’s Omega?” I asked out loud to no one. I re-read the list, and sure
enough, there was no Omega mentioned. I thought back to the Omega carved on the
back of the shelf. What did the letter Omega have anything to do with this?
I read a few more
pages to see if there was anything more to discover. Then, I heard another
mechanical click, a quiet one coming from somewhere in the room. There was a
loud grating noise, and the room slowly started to turn. The doorframe
remained, but the door was being left behind. I walked to the doorway, having
an idea as to what was happening.
To my
expectations, another door started to appear in the doorframe, and the room
slowly grinded to a halt. This door looked identical to the one I had come in
from, but there was a keypad embedded on the door. I tried to open the door,
but it was locked. There was only one possible password I could think of. I
typed in “Omega,” and the door slid open.
I walked in, and
found a computer in the middle of a spacious room that was lined by
bookshelves. It sat on a table, and a chair was placed slightly off center to
it. On the computer screen, there was a flashing dot amidst a digital map. I
sat down at the chair and zoomed in the dot. Some symbols showed up along with
numbers: 4° 23’ N, 173° 8’ W or 4.390229° N, 173.144531° W.
I smiled as it
dawned on me what this meant. “Oh Grandfather,” I sighed, “how on Earth did you
manage to keep a homing device with you?”
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