<div class="floatleft">(https://aestheticmuscleclub.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/tim-gabel-hi-res-4.jpg)</div>Imre noticed her reaction as he handed the papers to her. She seemed to be physically attracted to him. But why so suddenly? She hadn't been like that when he had first entered the office. At least, not that he remembered. Maybe it was the care that he had shown to his coworker? Nevertheless, she was a client and thus not subject to his advances. Maybe after their business was conducted, but until then, he would bury the thought. "Very well, Imre.  I'm glad to have your help. Quite glad, actually.  And I'm very interested to hear what it is', if it is what you think.  You might be surprised at how accepting I can be of... emerging theories."<br/><br/>Imre stares right back into her eyes, his own unwavering. He was hesitant to speak in their current setting, but since he knew no one was around besides Sheila, and she was currently unconscious, he decided to speak. Besides, he would have to tell her his findings eventually and it wasn't like him knowing Ancient Enochian would reveal his abilities. "I'm virtually 100% positive that these symbols are Ancient Enochian. That is the language of the angels. Some know it also as the language of the birds, the original language that humans spoke before the christian God caused the confusion of the tongues. However, they are slightly different from Dee's Enochian which is more common known, which explains why no one caught it. That's why I couldn't post my findings anyways. It's already been posted and people would ostracize me unless I had something that backs my findings up. Something that proves that it is Enochian and not some other language."<br/><hr/><br/>Well it seemed like he wasn't going to be given time to pack his bags. Which wasn't so much of a hassle as he didn't even know how long he would be at the site. He had enough time to pack his computer and some tools he might need there,  inform his boss that he was going to be doing some work for the government(not that that was believed until Miss Jackson presented some documents) in New Mexico, and inform his father of the current situation and get some funds sent to his card in case of emergencies. Sometimes being adopted by a rich family could have benefits. The next thing he knew he was at the airport going through the pre-check at security. She was able to get through without having to do the metal scanner, but he was not as fortunate. The TSA agents at the scanner and the x-ray machine were both the standard Beta-males that he always encountered, intimidated by his physical stature and trying to assert their dominance. He was pulled out of line as a 'random person check'. Just as he always was. They made him take off his shirt, much to the pleasure of the women around and the jealousy of many of the men. His things went through the scanner twice and was opened up and investigated piece by piece in a not-to-gentle manner. "I suggest that you be careful with my things.' The TSA agent looked at him agitated and tried to push him back, not that it worked. "I suggest you back the fuck up and let me do my job." He then went back to searching through his things even rougher than before. "If you damage anything, I will make you pay for it, and I'm pretty sure that you can't afford to pay for even half my stuff on your salary. And since I'm flying for work, I'm pretty sure that my client wouldn't be too enthused by you being careless and delaying my progress." He gestured to Miss Jackson with a smirk. After that they quickly, but carefully repacked his stuff and shooed him off.<br/><br/>During the flight, he was browsing the internet on information on his destination, like the weather, local cuisine, etc. Most of what he knew was about ancient cultures after all. When they finally landed, he stopped at a baggage store and purchased a large rolling bag. After all, he'd need it for his way back and even if it was more expensive to get it at the airport, they had a wider selection for travel sized bags and not just simple school backs or those used for camping trips. Once they were in the car and on their way, Miss Jackson handed him a file with reports, rubbings, pictures, maps, everything with information that he might need. While rifling through the pages, he listened to her briefing, but was still absorbing information from the pages. "Most of these are Puebloan, Hohokam, or Navajo depictions and architecture. However, there are indeed some irregularities amongst them. Chiefly this Kiva. It's not the regular religious altar. I've never seen this particular one, nor this flower. I would like to visit this sight and see if I can gain some insight." He continued to peruse the documents until her questions interrupted his musings. "Hmm? Oh...Yes that sounds fine. Actually, there's been something bothering me for a while now. Why is there a document of missing persons among these papers? What does that have to do with me giving you insights on inscriptions. I mean, I can understand the the report on dismembered bodies, as that might correlate to the statue, but not this."