A Table Strewn with Notes

[Kristina]

After clearing her head, Chastity sits at the table. Notes are strewn across the it, too much to deal with in the little time since arriving here. Her pencil moves over paper with determination, but her face shows a look of perplexed frustration. How does everything fit? Why all of this activity in one place? Why did the bridges go down in the first place? How is it that demons, man-size animals/bug/birds, cannibalistic, stronger than life escaped convicts, and napalm wielding suits came to be here? There are just too many questions still.

The help of Dr. Rue, Dr. Zinc, Kelsey, and the others has been invaluable, but it hasn't been enough, and huge chunks of the puzzles are missing.

[Nick Sleet]

Nick Sleet pops over, glancing at the mass of notes strewn about the table, saying "Hi Doctor! When we get back from the run to the Sheriff's place, I'd like to talk to you about those gene-coded documents I gave you. I heard something about coordinates?"

[Kristina]

Chastity looks up, rustles through some of the notes, and hands a piece of paper over to Mr. Sleet.

"Yes, I finished the translation early this morning. I am making an educated guess that the coordinates are near here, but we'll need a map and someone to read it to be sure."

[Nick Sleet]

Nick reads the note and mutters "firefly?" incredulously under his breath. Getting up to leave, he says "Thanks! We're heading out to the Sheriff's place to get that shortly, and I'll pass on anything we find."