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Chapter 1
Chris Granger, a lecturer at the Vasile Pârvan Institute of Archaeology in Bucharest, sat in the departure lounge of Romanians Henri Coandă International Airport waiting for his flight back to the UK after spending two weeks in the Dacia Forest, Transylvania.
He sat in one of the many food courts cradling his laptop that was secured in its brown leather satchel. He hoped, after two weeks surveying the ancient Dacia fortress that him and his colleague, Grigor Lazar, had collected enough evidence and data to convince the Institute about financing a full-scale archaeology dig.
Not wanting to get his laptop back out, Chris reached inside his jacket pocket to retrieve his phone. The geophysical surveying image had now successfully synced across from his laptop and he could see on his phone the outline of thirteen spherical shapes, that to the untrained eye looked like giant springs but were in fact the once fabled ‘Golden Spirals.’
While reading the images on his phone, Chris didn't initially see a couple of business men came into the food court and sit down with their trays on the opposite table to him. Chris eventually looked up and upon seeing them, put his phone back into his pocket. Then turning away from them, he looked at his watch.
Tanya Granger said goodbye to her team mates and checked herself in at the British Airways desk for her flight BA856 back to the UK, which was departing 20.46 local time. She was looking forward to seeing her family and friends again after spending two weeks training with the Great Britain Archery Team in readiness for Tokyo 2020 next year. Tanya's archery equipment had already cleared customs and was stoled in the cargo hold. That just left her suitcase to go through the security checks. With her boarding pass in her hand, she made her way through to the departure lounge and the food courts.
Two weeks on a restricted diet, like her training, had finally come to an end, for the time being at least, and she was looking forward to tucking in to her KFC and Coke.
The food court was quiet compared to how the rest of day would have been. Not many flights were scheduled to leave that evening and so she found it easy to order her large chicken sandwich, with fries, together with that all important Coke.
Paying for it with the last of Forints and Euros, she looked around the diner and apart from the two businessmen, there was just one other lone...
He sat in one of the many food courts cradling his laptop that was secured in its brown leather satchel. He hoped, after two weeks surveying the ancient Dacia fortress that him and his colleague, Grigor Lazar, had collected enough evidence and data to convince the Institute about financing a full-scale archaeology dig.
Not wanting to get his laptop back out, Chris reached inside his jacket pocket to retrieve his phone. The geophysical surveying image had now successfully synced across from his laptop and he could see on his phone the outline of thirteen spherical shapes, that to the untrained eye looked like giant springs but were in fact the once fabled ‘Golden Spirals.’
While reading the images on his phone, Chris didn't initially see a couple of business men came into the food court and sit down with their trays on the opposite table to him. Chris eventually looked up and upon seeing them, put his phone back into his pocket. Then turning away from them, he looked at his watch.
Tanya Granger said goodbye to her team mates and checked herself in at the British Airways desk for her flight BA856 back to the UK, which was departing 20.46 local time. She was looking forward to seeing her family and friends again after spending two weeks training with the Great Britain Archery Team in readiness for Tokyo 2020 next year. Tanya's archery equipment had already cleared customs and was stoled in the cargo hold. That just left her suitcase to go through the security checks. With her boarding pass in her hand, she made her way through to the departure lounge and the food courts.
Two weeks on a restricted diet, like her training, had finally come to an end, for the time being at least, and she was looking forward to tucking in to her KFC and Coke.
The food court was quiet compared to how the rest of day would have been. Not many flights were scheduled to leave that evening and so she found it easy to order her large chicken sandwich, with fries, together with that all important Coke.
Paying for it with the last of Forints and Euros, she looked around the diner and apart from the two businessmen, there was just one other lone...
