07-01-2014, 04:16 PM
The Chancellor was dragged out from beneath his desk, and Elias casually studied the face of arguably one of the most powerful men in the city.
With Tony at his back and Elias before him, the man was at the mercy of their interrogation. Lo and behold, he admitted his involvement even before the first question was posed.
“Very well.”
Eli spoke to Tony, welcoming this propitious turn of events.
He dug out his uncle’s Wallet and scrolled for a picture of his uncle that he finally showed the Chancellor.
“One year ago, a marine biologist named Paul Donovan accepted a position at Victoria University in collaboration with your institution.”
He positioned the Wallet so to force Chancellor look at the picture. The image was of a dark-haired, tanned man in his early thirties. Paul, as Elias remembered him, was quick to smile and quick to help. He told terrible jokes, couldn’t talk to an attractive girl to save his life, and read sci-fi novels in his spare time.
“He disappeared looking for something you commissioned, for something that fifty years ago was sought by another team; another team that also disappeared..”
The Chancellor grimaced and Elias suddenly had the sense he was not saying anything the man did not already know.
Eli retracted the Wallet and leaned over the Chancellor’s desk. He would give the man the opportunity to explain. “Paul Donovan was my uncle, and I was living with him in Wellington when he never returned from sea. I think I’m owed an explanation. What were they seeking? And why is nobody doing a damned thing to search for them?”
With Tony at his back and Elias before him, the man was at the mercy of their interrogation. Lo and behold, he admitted his involvement even before the first question was posed.
“Very well.”
Eli spoke to Tony, welcoming this propitious turn of events.
He dug out his uncle’s Wallet and scrolled for a picture of his uncle that he finally showed the Chancellor.
“One year ago, a marine biologist named Paul Donovan accepted a position at Victoria University in collaboration with your institution.”
He positioned the Wallet so to force Chancellor look at the picture. The image was of a dark-haired, tanned man in his early thirties. Paul, as Elias remembered him, was quick to smile and quick to help. He told terrible jokes, couldn’t talk to an attractive girl to save his life, and read sci-fi novels in his spare time.
“He disappeared looking for something you commissioned, for something that fifty years ago was sought by another team; another team that also disappeared..”
The Chancellor grimaced and Elias suddenly had the sense he was not saying anything the man did not already know.
Eli retracted the Wallet and leaned over the Chancellor’s desk. He would give the man the opportunity to explain. “Paul Donovan was my uncle, and I was living with him in Wellington when he never returned from sea. I think I’m owed an explanation. What were they seeking? And why is nobody doing a damned thing to search for them?”