Georgia and Frida entered the Warhol apartment.

“There's a bathroom right around the corner,” said Georgia.

“Much obliged.”

Frida walked off in the direction that Georgia indicated.

“Pssst. Geo~w!” whispered a voice.

Georgia swung her head around, searching for the source of the call.

“Up here~ya!”

Georgia looked up. Dalia was on the ceiling, with her limbs spread out. There was one red pin stuck in each of her wrists, one in each ankle, one in her neck, and one in her lower back. There were also blue pins stuck in the ceiling, directly above where the red pins were in Dalia.

“Dalia? What the hell are you doing up there?!”

“I scratched Salvador, so he used his stand on me~ow. Ny~ow can you hurry up, I really need to go to the bathroom~...”

“Oh, sure!”

Shattered Dreams floated up, and gently pulled Dalia off of the ceiling. Once she was on the ground, the stand plucked the red pins out of Dalia's body.

“Now, a friend of mine is already in the bathroom, so you may have to wai-”

Dalia ran off towards the entrance of the apartment. Georgia turned her head in curiosity. She saw a small box of sand on the ground next to the door. Dalia started pulling down her leggings as she approached the box. Georgia immediately turned and power-walked away, using her hands to block her vision. She passed the bathroom as Frida walked out.

“You all right, kid? Y'look like you've seen a ghost!”

“I'm... fine,” shuddered Georgia. “Now come on, let's get to work.”

The two marched into Harry's study. Harry was staring at his desk, as a group of bacteria-like creatures dissolved through some gold on a plate.

“I'm back!”

Harry looked up.

“Oh, sweet!” beamed Harry. “Did you find any clues? And... who the hell is that?!”

“This is Frida Dynamo!” announced Georgia. “I met her at the bridge. She's a real computer whiz – and she's agreed to help us decode the hint we found!”

In an instant, Harry was standing next to Frida, with his arm around her shoulders.

“Well why didn't you say so?! Don't worry, Frida, you're always welcome in my home – any friend of Georgia's is a friend of mine!”

“Who said anything about friends?” spat Frida. “And get your stinking hands off me, old man.”

Frida shoved Harry's hand off her shoulders. She walked across the room and flipped over the desk, landing in the computer chair perfectly. She swiveled around and put her hands on the keyboard.

“God, this thing is a dinosaur. All right, Geo, what's the code?”

“•AMOHN1Qy•AQ==•AwU=•wogB•Ag==•YBM=•wq0C•”

Frida sat back and took a look at the code that she had just typed out.

“All right, at first glance... this looks like base64 code.”

“Base64?” inquired Harry.

“The numbers we use in our day-to-day lives have ten possible digits – from zero to nine. We call this base 10. Computers make all their calculations with two digits, zero and one – a system of binary digits, or “bits”. However, to express a number in binary, you have to make the number longer – 2 in binary is “10”, and 57 in binary is “111001”. If you want your numbers to appear shorter when written down, you have to encode them with more digits. Enter base64! This system uses all ten digits we normally use, plus all uppercase and lowercase letters, plus two extra characters – usually the plus sign and the equals sign. 10+26+26+2 = 64! It's a way to encode a lot of numbers in a very small space!”

“Well, what does it say?” asked Georgia.

“Hmm... give me a minute.”

Frida picked up a pen and a pad of paper off the desk. After a bit of focused scribbling, she put the pen back down.

“Ok, got it. The code translates to Dot, 0 199 55 84 50, Dot, 1, Dot, 3 5, Dot, 136 1, Dot, 2, Dot, 96 19, Dot, 173 2, Dot.”

Georgia leaned over, taking a peek at Frida's paper.

“What's with the spaces between the numbers?”

“Numbers in base64 are typically meant to represent bytes,” replied Frida. “A set of two digits in base 64 translates to a number between 0 and 255 in base 10.”

“But... that still doesn't mean anything!” cried Harry.

“Hmm... that block between the first two dots,” mused Georgia. “It's ten digits, and the first digit is 0. If we put it all together... could that be an ISBN number?”

Frida nodded. She navigated to isbnsearch.org, and typed in “0199558450”.

“‘Consise Oxford English Dictionary, 11th Revised Luxury Edition’,” read Frida. “All right, now we just have to find a copy…”

Harry turned to his bookshelf, and pulled off a dictionary.

“Hmm... it's not the ‘luxury’ edition, but it does say ‘11th’ on it!”

“Lucky break!” said Georgia. “Hand it here!”

Harry handed the dictionary to Georgia. She began to leaf through the pages.

“Let's see... I'm thinking that the ‘1’ and ‘2’ surrounded by dots is just telling us that this hint comes in two parts. So the first part of the hint is this ‘3 5’ bit. How about... page 3, line 5?

Georgia flipped to page 3.

“‘Ancient’. Seems promising so far... now for page 136, line 1!”

Georgia flipped to the page.

“‘Rock’. So the first part of the clue is ‘Ancient Rock’. Now for the second part – page 96 line 19, and page 173 line 2!

Georgia flipped through the book.

“‘Modern’... and ‘Wheel’! So the clues are ‘Ancient Rock’ and ‘Modern Wheel’!”

“Hmm... that could be hard to place,” said Harry. “There are a lot of ancient rocks and modern wheels in the world, after all.”

“There may be a lot of ancient rocks in the world - but keep in mind that these hints have mostly stuck to British landmarks so far…”

The three looked up to see Salvador, standing at the door.

“And if you're looking for famous British landmarks, Stonehenge is the most important ancient rock on the map.”

“Hmm, I suppose that makes sense,” said Georgia. “But what does that have to do with modern wheels?”

“Good question,” said Salvador. “Perhaps the next hint is hidden under somebody's car?”

Frida scoffed. “Remember, the hint was split into two distinct parts – so it's more likely that ‘modern wheel’ refers to a different location entirely! The M25, perhaps?”

“Hmm. Well then, let's split the work up,” commanded Harry. “Georgia, you and Salvador head to Stonehenge to look for the next clue. Frida and I will stay here and try to crack that ‘modern wheel’ walnut.”

“You can count on us, uncle! Come along, Geo!”

Salvador proudly marched out of the room, and Georgia tentatively followed him.

= = = = = = = = = =

A bus sped along a road through the English countryside. Georgia and Salvador sat towards the front of the bus – Georgia in the window seat, Salvador next to her. Salvador was eating half a sandwich, and Georgia ate a handful of grapes out of a plastic bag.

Salvador gave a small bow. “Miss Geovana, might I trouble you for some grapes?”

Georgia giggled.

“Sure, Salvador, you can have a couple!”

Georgia turned the bag so its opening was facing Salvador. Salvador did not seem to react. Georgia looked up at Salvador. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open.

“He... he expects me to feed him?!” thought Georgia.

Georgia reluctantly pulled out a grape and stuck it in Salvador's mouth. He closed his mouth quickly, his lips touching Georgia's fingertips as she retracted them.

“Mmm... thank you very much for feeding me!”

“Y-you're welc-”

Georgia looked down, and saw that Salvador's hand was resting on her thigh. Salvador nuzzled in close to Georgia's shoulder.

“This guy... I thought he was just a bit odd earlier, but it turns out he's a total freak!” thought Georgia. “I don't want to be rude, but I'm not sure I can handle being alone with him this whole trip...!”

The back of the bus was darker than the front, lacking the bright light from the windshield. A man with a trident eyebrow piercing sat next to a shadowy figure. The trident man rapidly tapped his foot and scratched his chin. The shadowy figure put a hand on the trident man's shoulder, and the man looked over.

“I know, I know, I shouldn't be this nervous,” said the trident man. “Franc went over that security footage frame by frame – Stonehenge is definitely the right call. But... something still feels amiss. Inti reported that the clue was destroyed when she went to check it out in person, and Leif found a dead body inside the bridge itself. This is definitely the work of some… organized effort.”

The shadowy figure folded its arms.

“This isn't paranoia, it's legitimate concern! The cultists have been growing in number for years – now that they're starting to make their move, we need to tread carefully. That's why... well, it's why I brought you, Zarco. There is likely at least one cultist on their way to Stonehenge right now – possibly on this very bus. Their identities will definitely be hidden. But that's not a problem with you on the team. Your stand, Dead Skin Mask, has access to the truth within its target's subconscious. You alone have the ability to smoke out any cultists we meet!”

Zarco nodded, and touched the side of the bus. A mask appeared on the bus's surface. The mask was paper thin, and had holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth, resembling a spa mask. The mask slid along the wall, up to the ceiling.

“Good call, searching around like that. At the moment, every single person we have encountered or will encounter on this mission is a suspect!”

Zarco pointed a shadowy finger inwards. The trident man chuckled.

“It's not out of the realm of possibility. Sure, I've known you ever since I recruited you to my squad. And while most of Passione fears you, you've always been an incredible asset in our interrogations. This emergency treasure-hunting squad consists entirely of the people I trust the most from across the gang – and you're no exception!

“But even then, the cult can be... persuasive. I already know of at least two Passione members that have been seduced away by their promises, and I suspect many more have fallen under their spell. So while I don't expect you to betray me... I can't exactly rule it out.”

The trident man took a cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to his partner.

“Now remember – once we step off this bus, we won't be able to talk any more. Your stand is incredible at long range, but if the cultists attack you directly, you're done for. So you'll have to keep your identity hidden-”

Zarco excitedly tapped the pierced man on the knee, accidentally knocking the phone to the floor. The phone jumped back up into the trident man's hand.

“Yes, Zarco? Did you find something?”

Towards the front of the bus, Salvador had his back to Georgia, and was leaning on her shoulder.

“So, what do you think you'll do with your cut of Giorno's treasure?” asked Salvador.

“You mean, assuming Harry actually lets us have any of it?” chuckled Georgia. “Hmm... I'll probably give most of it away. After that I'd probably support some sort of cure research, and start up my own orphanage.”

“You sure you'd have enough for all that?”

“Oh, Harry didn't tell you? Giorno's treasure is apparently greater than even the rumors said it was. Seems like Harry might finally get his wish!”

A paper-thin mask slid up the surface of the bus seats. The mask crawled onto Georgia's back, and into her jacket. The mask emerged by her shoulder, and slid onto her face – however, Georgia did not seem to notice it.

“I dunno... I'll probably spend my cut to move somewhere warm,” said Salvador. “I'd live in a mansion, and hire a team of beautiful servants to tend to my every need…”

A series of needles manifested out of the spa mask, and jabbed into Georgia's skin.

“OW!” yelped Georgia.

Salvador sat up at Georgia's yell. He pivoted in his seat to look at her. Georgia stared at her reflection in the window, and touched her face.

“...You all right?” asked Salvador.

Georgia turned back towards Salvador. The spa mask had completely vanished.

“Never better!”

The bus driver narrowly avoided a pothole as the vehicle approached the Stonehenge monument.