She walked from her station across the dimly lit room to Doug’s station. “What’s up?”
“I think this is the name of their expedition team, or their vessel, maybe.”
“The Hope,” she spoke it aloud. “I know that name. One second,” she said running across the room to a wall of shelving filled with books and records. “It’s the name of a boat. I’m sure of it.”
“I think they call them ships, not boats.”
“Don’t be a smart ass Doug.”
She pulled a thick weathered volume from the shelf and cracked it open as she walked back toward Doug.
“Here it is.” She started summarizing, “The Hope was one of the original vessels commissioned by the State to locate Doomsday artifacts. It was one of nearly two dozen vessels. One of nearly fifty teams.” She continued skimming the notes.
“I didn’t realize they’d sent that many teams out," said Doug. "That’s wild.”
“The ship... Did I say it right? The ship? The ship was lost,” she paused to give Doug a sarcastic glance, “not completely uncommon for that campaign, mind you, but during its last recorded port stop, the captain, a Vadasz Laszlo, reported that he’d recovered a map revealing a location. A location, and I’m quoting here, ‘that will prove to be of the utmost significance to the campaign.’”
“Wild,” responded Doug. “What did he find?”
“No one knows. After stopping at that last port, The Hope was never seen again. These two guys we dug up must have been part of that team, some how.”
“What about the map?”
“There wasn’t an opportunity to copy the map, I’m assuming, so The Hope disappeared with the only copy.”
“So, now what?”
"More research, of course."
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