Chris redialled the number two more times, transcribing the automated message. Once he was sure he had it, he read through the information given and returned to the internet.
Wikipedia time, he thought, looking through the article. There was a video on it as well--clearly this person believed that there was some kind of base beneath the airport. Still, it was an interesting opportunity, and there was certainly a market for conspiracy stories at the moment.
Chris began to book a flight out to the DIA. He could get a start on the flight.
Chris arrived at the airport three days later, and once his passport was settled he began searching for the security guard mentioned on the phone. After searching for half an hour, he sat down in the baggage area and pulled out his laptop, ready to start his video diary.
"I've just arrived at DIA, the Denver International Airport, to go on some crazy conspiracy hunt set up by this 'Historian.'. I did some research on the plane, and whatever this thing is, he believes it goes all the way back to Egyptian mythology. How it all ties together is unclear, and it's hard to get a glimpse of how this guy thinks without meeting him in person. I'm assuming it does all tie together, of course, and that he's not just seeing things that aren't there. I have yet to see a security guard fitting the description I was given, and if I don't see one soonI'm going to catch a train up to my cousin in Washington. Linx out."
He closed the diary and looked up to see the crowd from his flight had thinned out and left it easier to see the guard across the room. He reached into his pocket and walked over, showing the guard the keycard. "Excuse me, but where can I catch the train?"