Voynich Ms (Voynich Manuscript)
Prologue (Part 1)
A small flicker of light pushed through the paned glass window, momentarily lighting up a small figure hunched over a desk of highly polished steel. The figure worked by the light of a small lamp positioned carefully on the desk so it pointed directly at the manuscript that lay before him. He held his tweezers between his thumb and fore-finger, using it to turn the pages. He took great caution in doing so, in fear her might tear one of the aged pages. His heavy breathing filled the room, almost blocking out the rhythmic splatter of rain on the window. He massaged his temples with his ungloved hand, the other resting on the hard plastic cover the manuscript had been delivered in. The young scientist glanced at the window, tempted to open it to allow the cool night breeze into the stuffy room.
Loud footsteps echoed down the corridor, unheard by the scientist making there way toward the large steel door of the lab. The quiet chinking of keys could that could be heard followed by the loud click as the door was unlocked, the sound easily mistaken for a particularly large drop of rain hitting the wooden frame of the window. The door swung silently open, and a tall figure entered the room his steel-capped boots hitting the floor loudly as he walked. The man previously huddled over the desk spun quickly around, surprised by the sudden entrance.
The two men glared at one and other, not speaking a word. The young man opened his mouth to speak as something deep inside stirred at the sight of the man. A sharp blade slipped between his ribs as he looked up, his face softening as he recognized the figure. He fell to the floor, gasping softly as the blood stained his crisp white coat. The scientist narrowed his blood-shot eyes as he focused on the ceiling, not noticing as the figure left the room locking the door behind him. Panic filled his eyes as fear began to take over. Its over. The book still lay open at the page he had been decoding; his notes now lay scattered around his body soaking up the dark blood forming a puddle around his cold body.
Note: Stealers - look at my profile and look at my threats for if you disturb me. The same rules go for stealing.
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