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July 24, 2024
35,000 feet above the Middle East, fifteen unique individuals brought together from all over the world for one purpose. Some members of this crew are veterans, some are new, but all are considered experts in the fields they were hired for. They were on a quest to discover and traverse Hell itself. Their journey was on the verge of nine months now, and most of the crew was growing tired of the search. The only thing that kept some of the newcomers on board was the prospect of money. They weren't being paid until Hell was discovered, and the money was astronomical. One little journey and they'd all be billionaires. Some weren't in it for the money, rather, the adventure. The discovery. The danger. This was true with most of the veterans, as this crew had discovered other lost relics before. Noah's Ark, Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, the Ark of the Covenant, and the Ruins of the Lost City of Atlantis.
The private jet soaring through the clear Arabian night was owned by Leon Hamilton, the oldest member of the group, the richest, and possibly the most dangerous. His reputation was little-known by just about anybody on the crew, aside from his close friend, Yelchukov Danya Anatolievich (he just goes by Danya), who's history was even more mysterious than Leon's, and he was their equipment specialist. In the center of the passenger lounge, two individuals stood at a table, various maps, notebooks, and a laptop spread out across its surface into an overlapping mess that these two seemed to comprehend. The large man on the left was Cillian O'Malone, an Irish Pastor, with extensive biblical knowledge, but also an acceptance to science, and an open-mindedness to biblical errors. The short, petite woman on the right was Jia Fen, 22 years old with a and PhD in... just about everything. But despite her vast intelligence, her job here was solely as the historian. These two had been running with Leon since the beginning, but here, they struggled. Finding Hell was no easy task, but the past nine months, they'd deduced that certain obstacles stood in their way. Hell would be beneath the Garden of Eden, and the Garden of Eden would be in the most desolate place possible, or so they thought. But after running around for so long, it was no secret that the both of them were beginning to doubt Eden or Hell existed. At least on the mortal plane of existence.
"Okay, so... if Eden wouldn't be here or here or... here..." Cillian pointed to several spots on the map. "Maybe... we should be looking somewhere else?" He asked, stroking his long, bushy, red beard. Jia shook her head. "Humanity's origins circle around the Middle East. If Eden exists, it's around here somewhere."
"Maybe... it's in a cave?" Cillian suggested, at which Jia scoffed. "How do you grow a garden in a cave?" At this, another man spoke. A tall, dark skinned Native American watching the pair from his seat, his gaze stern, yet docile. "Not all of nature needs sunlight to flourish." He stated. "I have seen a garden in a cave before."
Jia folded her arms, turning to Sequoyah, their geography expert. "Where." She demanded. Before Sequoyah could answer, the pilot's door opened, and Leon stepped out of the cockpit, leaving Danya in control of the plane. "Good news." He spoke, averting everyone's eyes to him. "Got a lead on the Garden of Eden. Who's up for gettin' a little wet?"
@Gamingfan @RisingGarchomps @Night's Shadow @Killerbunny the god
35,000 feet above the Middle East, fifteen unique individuals brought together from all over the world for one purpose. Some members of this crew are veterans, some are new, but all are considered experts in the fields they were hired for. They were on a quest to discover and traverse Hell itself. Their journey was on the verge of nine months now, and most of the crew was growing tired of the search. The only thing that kept some of the newcomers on board was the prospect of money. They weren't being paid until Hell was discovered, and the money was astronomical. One little journey and they'd all be billionaires. Some weren't in it for the money, rather, the adventure. The discovery. The danger. This was true with most of the veterans, as this crew had discovered other lost relics before. Noah's Ark, Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, the Ark of the Covenant, and the Ruins of the Lost City of Atlantis.
The private jet soaring through the clear Arabian night was owned by Leon Hamilton, the oldest member of the group, the richest, and possibly the most dangerous. His reputation was little-known by just about anybody on the crew, aside from his close friend, Yelchukov Danya Anatolievich (he just goes by Danya), who's history was even more mysterious than Leon's, and he was their equipment specialist. In the center of the passenger lounge, two individuals stood at a table, various maps, notebooks, and a laptop spread out across its surface into an overlapping mess that these two seemed to comprehend. The large man on the left was Cillian O'Malone, an Irish Pastor, with extensive biblical knowledge, but also an acceptance to science, and an open-mindedness to biblical errors. The short, petite woman on the right was Jia Fen, 22 years old with a and PhD in... just about everything. But despite her vast intelligence, her job here was solely as the historian. These two had been running with Leon since the beginning, but here, they struggled. Finding Hell was no easy task, but the past nine months, they'd deduced that certain obstacles stood in their way. Hell would be beneath the Garden of Eden, and the Garden of Eden would be in the most desolate place possible, or so they thought. But after running around for so long, it was no secret that the both of them were beginning to doubt Eden or Hell existed. At least on the mortal plane of existence.
"Okay, so... if Eden wouldn't be here or here or... here..." Cillian pointed to several spots on the map. "Maybe... we should be looking somewhere else?" He asked, stroking his long, bushy, red beard. Jia shook her head. "Humanity's origins circle around the Middle East. If Eden exists, it's around here somewhere."
"Maybe... it's in a cave?" Cillian suggested, at which Jia scoffed. "How do you grow a garden in a cave?" At this, another man spoke. A tall, dark skinned Native American watching the pair from his seat, his gaze stern, yet docile. "Not all of nature needs sunlight to flourish." He stated. "I have seen a garden in a cave before."
Jia folded her arms, turning to Sequoyah, their geography expert. "Where." She demanded. Before Sequoyah could answer, the pilot's door opened, and Leon stepped out of the cockpit, leaving Danya in control of the plane. "Good news." He spoke, averting everyone's eyes to him. "Got a lead on the Garden of Eden. Who's up for gettin' a little wet?"
@Gamingfan @RisingGarchomps @Night's Shadow @Killerbunny the god
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