[ WP ] You are a digital archaeologist . You try to find out more about the history of humanity by digging around old pages on the internet .

Indy was standing in the doorway, one hand planted on the doorframe. His skin was glistening with cold beads of sweat, his eyes were wide, and whiter than usual. He gasped for breath, as if he had run a full marathon, but instead he had just climbed a flight of stairs. His stained, striped tee shirt heaved as he gulped huge volumes of air. 
 
 Lara took off her glasses and stared at him plainly. She had grown tired of his constant overreactions, springing upstairs like a startled deer/nerd hybrid any time he found a new hard drive. What was it this time? A looping video of a cat behaving outside of its usual remit? An amusing yet offensive full immersion video game based on the movie Police Academy 64? Whatever it was, it could wait. She had a date tonight, and she was not spending another Friday decoding. 
 
 `` Not now Indy, I've got to finish this by five.'' She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she turned to him. 
 
 Indy took two step, his legs shaking as his feet hit the creaking floorboards. He opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat, forming a rasping squeak as they left his lips. In his left hand was a pad, with flashing green and red lights pinging on either end of it. The screen was almost as white as Indy's eyes, with blue lines running up and across the side. His hand was trembling so much that Lara could n't see the words clearly from her desk. 
 
 She rose from her desk and crossed the room to meet Indy, her heels clicking on the wood. She reached out her hand, in anticipation that he would pass her the pad. A bullet passed through Indy's neck, spliting his throat almost in two. Blood sprayed across Lara's dress, and down Indy's already stained t-shirt. He dropped to his knees, and then onto his side, still clutching the pad with one hand, and using the other to hold his neck. 
 
 Lara, almost completely paralysed with fear and shock, managed to turn and look to where the bullet had come from. A man in a black, hooded cloak shifted the smoking gun towards Lara, and fired twice. She fell instantly and her head cracked as it smacked against the wooden boards. 
 
 Silently, the cloaked figure stepped into the room and over Lara's twitching body. He knelt down and took the pad from Indy. The man brought it closer to his face, and green eyes peered out at the screen. A smile crept across his face, as he knew he had finally found what he had been looking for. This would truly change the course of human history forever. He read the words to himself again. 
 
 Welcome To Facebook. 

