The Common Cold
As we put that other conversation off and get back to reality, Mitch was in the process of copying the files in my thumb drive into his laptop—even though I told him to keep it—but he started playing the short clips—that had finished transferring besides the larger files—I played for everyone else from the first meeting I had with my group.
The two thought I had definite proof from the digging I did even before it started but all of those were simply clues or allusions that could somehow correlate to what we were currently experiencing.
"What are some of those images?" Bartow asked.
"Some random newspaper clippings and the like that somehow alludes to the same thing."
"That doesn't help us much either…"
Mitch nodded, "Aside from knowing it's just as unravelable as it's confusing. It's either we are against a super genius who was able to make different strands in one lifetime to cause chaos or a very large group doing pretty much the same thing."