Mystery Picture Coordinate Plane 소설 & 이야기

"See that?" She frowned, tracing my pointing finger. "The address?" I nodded. "Read it again." Her eyes narrowed. "It's still an address to me." "No they're not just that," I replied as I turned the screen away from her face. "They're coordinates." Maya's eyes widened. "What? How's that so?" "Latitudes and longitudes," I replied, already typing. "If I'm right, we can locate them real fast." I pulled up G****e Maps and pasted the numbers in. The screen loaded, then stopped.

Against my better judgment, I pulled the paper out of his pocket and unfolded it, furrowing my brows when I saw that they were coordinates. Coordinates for what? I tried to think back; the coordinates were somewhat familiar, but I didn’t have enough time to analyze them too closely. I heard the shower turning off and movement coming from the bathroom around the corner, and I knew I needed to put this stuff away before he caught me snooping. I grabbed a sticky note off the fridge and a pen out of the pen cup. I scribbled down the coordinates on the sticky and shoved it into my bra. Just as I heard the bathroom door opening, I shoved the original coordinate paper back into Spencer’s coat pocke

Clearing his throat and then sitting in my chair, Travis’ motioned for us to crowd around. I would have thought Mathias would have put me down. Buy no. He didn’t. Travis was right, under the video link, were a series of numbers, 5 lines to be exact, and five sets of coordinates. “Where could they lead to?” I asked skeptically. “Put them in the search bar, see what comes up,” Mathias suggested. A few minutes later, a map filled the screen, and the coordinates had placed five red dots on the screen, locations.

He said, his eyes still fixed on the paper he was looking at. "Coordinates?" Then I stood up and bent over the table to look at the paper. "Yeah." He raised his hand and pointed at the paper. "There are spaces between the numbers. It looks like they are coordinates, but they might have rounded numbers." "Wow... I don't know if you are so damn smart, or all of us are just stupid," I said, and he chuckled before reaching into his bag to pull out a laptop. He placed it on the table, and after about a minute of typing, he turned the screen around to face it towards me. "Look?"

This is definitely the safe they’re talking about. “Coordinates…” I whisper to myself and open my laptop. I may be right. I pray I’m right. I enter the numbers into a map system, and at first, it shows nothing. I adjust the format, and it shows a mall in Hawaii. I do this again and again; splitting the numbers, adding decimal points and rearranging until… “This is it.” The location of the old Virelli mansion grounds. Burnt down, still in a chaotic state. The numbers were a direction.

"Who says I'm not?" I picked up the paper with the coordinates. The numbers meant nothing to me at first—just latitude and longitude, arbitrary points on a map I couldn't visualize. But as I stared at them, something cold began to spread through my chest. A recognition that didn't come from my own memories.

I even looked at the ceiling, but he had either become invincible, or he was a figment of my imagination. Something fluttered to the ground. A piece of paper. At first I thought it fell from the body of two people who were peering intently at colourful scarves beside me, but they weren't holding anything in their hands, not even bags. Curious, I looked down at the paper in my hand. 27.79987 S, 82.63402 27°47'59.5314" N 82°38'2.472" W Figure out the address of the coordinates, it will clear all your doubts.

Maps are spread across the largest table before I even arrive. Connor dismisses everyone except the senior officers. “I want every location within five hundred miles of that gas station.” The room explodes into motion. Maps, satellite images, old trade routes, abandoned towns, warehouses, cabins, factories. Every possible location begins covering the table. I place Naya’s note in the center. Three dots, triangle. Someone suggests coordinates. Wrong. Another suggests constellations. Wrong. A third believes it’s a military marking. Wrong. Hours pass. One theory after another dies.

"And I can't find that out hiding in this penthouse." Lena nodded slowly. "Then go. But come back. We need you." "I will." --- The coordinates came at midnight. A location in the industrial district. An old warehouse. The same district where Marco had died. The same streets Eli had walked a hundred times in his nightmares. He stood by the door, duffel bag in hand. Cove stood across from him. The space between them felt like miles. "You don't have to do this," Cove said. "I do."

“What is the matter? What does it say?'' Amelia asked, worry filling her voice, having seen the frustration on Emma's face. Emma said nothing, but she handed the paper over to her sister. She looked at Prescott next, in a way that suggested that the squirrel might actually know the riddle that her mother was going on about. Prescott looked into the paper then, and seeing nothing about the coordinates, asked Amelia to keep him on the floor, with the paper. Amelia obeyed, and she and Emma watched as Prescott kept the paper on the floor gently, and then asked for a chalk. Emma furrowed her eyebrows, wondering where they would get chalk, wondering what chalk had to do with finding the coordinate