You’ve seen that particular sigil before. Once Cohen gets home from this particular mission, he puts it on the carpet in his research facility’s entrance hall.

The cult in Pennsylvania was, of course, the one headed by Reseda’s former Master.

Walker: So you think it’s information we won’t want to get out?

Ann’s Being: Oh, I know it is!

Walker (narrating): And the lie you told was so mundane, even Cohen won’t come to look at it any time soon. He’s too busy following leads that seem more likely to help reconstruct your “programming language.”

Cohen (thinking): “. . . to acquire the understanding and Knowledge of all things created, and to seek out and penetrate into hidden things.”

It should work. If my drawing is good enough. And if I don’t screw up the pronunciation.

Cohen: In for a penny, in for a pound . . .

[mysterious text]


Cohen (thinking): can’t . . . breathe . . .


Note to self . . . ask a huge question, take a huge hit when it backfires!

Not that Ann knows how far Cohen’s gotten . . . yet.

Walker: Well done, my pretty. So, what does the document really say?

Ann’s Being: Do you remember that cult we visited? The one in Argentina, not the one in Pennsylvania.