<div class="floatleft">(https://aestheticmuscleclub.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/tim-gabel-4-17.jpg)</div>Imre was puzzled by the lettering. How could something he's obviously never seen be so familiar to him.it took a few moments before it clicked. It could be ancient Enochian. When he wrote the lettering and touched it, a single word entered his mind and he whispered it to himself.<em>"confusion</em>However, the word wasn't spoken in english, but in Enochian. Moreover, it was also the first time that he could hear that it wasn't in english. Thus, he wrote the lettering at a feverish pace, albeit compared to his previous one. He wouldn't discover the effect of the word until later. Also, unbeknownst to him, when he spoke in Enochian, his eyes flashed like light passing over metal.<br/><br/>When she accepted his offer, he turned to hide his face and calm down as he poured her tea into a mug. As she accepted the glass she replied further. "And, please-- you have nothing to apologize for.  You're doing exactly what I'd hoped in looking this over.  If anything, I've been terribly rude-- I failed to even properly introduce myself. My name is Jackson Stewart.  I'm a," Imre shook her hand, but the pause was disquieting. It held secrets. But he soon found out why she pause when she finished. "field researcher for the government.  The inscription you see is related to a series of... discoveries, of sorts, that I and others are obliged to investigate.  You seem to be as fascinated by it as I had hoped you would be.  And, I believe you are precisely the person we need for this mystery, Mr. Archard." Imre sighed as things became clearer. "A government researcher. That explains why you know so much about my professional life. You've done your research well." Imre noticed Sheila inching closer to the door seeming to be confused or distracted. He was about to say something, but she just returned to her desk.<br/><br/>"I... have a bit more here to show you, you see.  However, you will need to sign some things first.  It's... well, this will sound a bit dramatic." Imre just continued to look at Miss Jackson as she chuckled. "What? Am I going to be making a deal with the devil?" Little did Imre know that his joke wasn't far off. "it's a matter of international security.  Non-disclosure agreements, you see." 'Of course. Contracts.' Imre was annoyed that he hadn't seen that one coming. After all he WAS dealing with the government. "In short, if you agree to never publish or discuss what you're about to find out, see, or learn from this with any outside party, then... I can show you more.  And I can even take you to the site where this was found, right now, and show you much, much more. What do you say, Imre?" Imre noticed that Sheila was back and looking even worse than before.<br/><br/>He simply walked past Miss Jackson as he spoke. "I think something is wrong with Sheila." He open the door to see Sheila looking not so well. "Sheila? Are you ok?" He gently grabbed her shoulders to have her face him. He heard a soft whisper from the woman "I-I don't know." Imre saw that her eyes were weird, one was dilated and the othe constricted. She also seemed to be in some distress. So he led her to a corner and whispered in her ear.<em>"Calm!</em>once again the Enochian words flowed from his mouth just barely audible to the woman. With that, her body relaxed and she seemed to faint. Well, with the amount of duress she was under, he wasn't too surprised. He walked back into the office before signing the documents. Imre looked up into Miss Jackson's eyes. "If it is what I think I wouldn't be able to post my findings anyways. I'd be labeled as a fantasist, a plagiarist, a liar, or any one of many things. So, let's see what I can find out." This was indeed Enochian. Finding those tablets and ruins could greatly increase his powers. He had already proven that, but he wouldn't tell her that. He still couldn't trust her yet, but having a contact with the government and doing this for them could greatly increase his ability to gain a hero license. As much as he hated the idea of registering his ability, he'd need that license.