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"There's a museum cafe..." says Tash nervously, looking over her shoulder at the milling crowd near the counter. "Here ... and at the other museums on the island."

"What kind of danger?" asks Timothy Wells, confused by the sudden turn in events.

Natasha just put a finger to her lips and starts walking toward the front doors.

"If the location is sufficently away from our friend´s worries, the cafeteria will do fine..." Fransesca whispers to Tash.

Abbo talks as they walk away, "I've just come from the Ophidian office, an interview with Daniel Carter; there have been nasty goings on there, people mysteriously butchered and God knows what else - I'm on edge, I can tell you. My curiosity about the tablets is the only reason I am here! The point of this present mystery: I overheard a threat against the lovely Natasha. I have now realised how vital you are, Tash, the epigrapher who deciphered the tablets."

Natasha just frowns at the ground. No one makes a move to intercept them as they head to the Neue Museum cafe. The sky is clear. The wind is crisp. Many other people stroll around the paths around them.

Fransesca tries to make out anyone taking a special interest in the four people heading for the café. She hurries her steps to cross the plaza as speedily as possible.

She sees nothing out of the ordinary.

Btw,feel free to make your own rolls and embed them. I never ask for rolls as it slows the game down but you can do it yourself should you wish or it occurs to you.

"Has anyone a pair of sunglasses for Tash?

"The expedition is of interest to the worst type of thugs, or someone directing them, they'll stop at nothing. What a way to get to know each other! I was looking forward to the Hidden Places party tonight and meeting you all in a relaxing atmosphere.

"Who gave you the tour guide job, Tash? And you two, Francesca and Timothy, why are you here at the museum?"

"Uh, it's just a media circuit thing, same as the radio talk shows and ... yeah, to increase interest in th tablets and encourage people to watch the expedition," says Natasha.

Fransesca hands Tash a spare pair of pilot sun glasses from her flight suit. "I flew the Russian expedition dig leader, Romaschkova, she hired me. Also, Nikita Mikhalkov came along, she´s working for the Russian government to make sure the expedition meets up to the standards to succeed. All I know is that the weather conditions at Kamchatka are strange and unfriendly to helis and planes. We´ll probably go by foot the last bit. Prior to our coming here, I left the two at the Ophidian HQ for a meeting. I was given some time off to see this exhibit and am due to meet up at the expedition meeting in the Ophidian at 4:30." She checks her chronometer for the time.

"This situation is disturbing, I overheard voices, but am not able to recognise anyone. What shall we do now?"

"What exactly did you overhear?" Fransesca takes a seat by a vacant table.

"This is what was said, Francesca, in German:

"'Without Natasha, they'll never be able to go up the mountain. Now is our opportunity.'
"'Soon, in the exhibit, before the tablet, then.'"

Abbo continues, "I'm curious about the phrase, 'before the tablet,' it could be down to my translation, but it sounds like, in front of, to me?"

"Probably, but I don't understand the significance ... the tablets ... why?" asks Natasha.

The time is 3:47.

"Disguise myself?" asks Tash, touching her hair protectively. "Colouring agent?"

"Disguise myself?" asks Tash, touching her hair protectively. "Colouring agent?"

"yes, then you can exit this place without the people watching us noticing us. If we use a back door to this café we´ll stand a higher chance to get to the Ophidian without being intercepted. Regarding the colour....just got a crazy idea regarding chocolate sauce. Hey, let´s stick to sneaking out of here. Maybe there´s an exit from the restrooms." Fransesca moves to the rear of the café and checks for windows or back doors.

"Yes, I agree with you, Francesca, lets return to Ophidian. The chocolate sauce idea sounds disgusting to me! Would it work? And anyway Tash seems overly concerned about her appearence - she'd never allow it.
"So you flew here in a helicopter - cool."

Speaking to Natasha, "Maybe there is some kind of ritual significance with the tablet, sacrifice and all that;" Abbo grins, "sorry, it was wild speculation, I don't believe in that bunkum for a moment."

"Overly concerned?" asks Tash, looking mournful. "Uh, well, the tablet translations don't suggest anything to do with ritual sacrifice but I ... anyone could make ... their own interpretation, I guess."