(Part One is
here.)
Clue Four: Who Put Math in my Crossword?
The story card had directed us to an air-conditioned deli, which was a relief in the near-100F San Jose temps that day. A few teammates went to grab sandwiches while Jonathan and I started work on the puzzle. It was a fairly straightforward crossword, except that none of the clue were numbered. Instead, they were prefixed by a math equation, like "A*B+G: Fish eggs". This meant we didn't know how long the answer to each clue was, nor where it went in the grid.
The rest of our team got back with food and we concentrated on solving the clues, pushing the equations to the back of our minds for now. Our methodology seemed chaotic for some reason and it seemed to be challenging to narrow down answers. "Fish eggs" was probably ROE, but could be CAVIAR. There were spaces for both. Finally out of frustration, Jonathan asked "What do we do with these equations?" I said, "I'm guessing their value equates to the clue's number? And then the letters in the equation spell out the solution?" It seemed like he hadn't considered the possibility, which meant that, once again, we had spent too much effort on the data and not enough on the extraction.
We made better progress after that, as we were able to figure out a few numbers which helped us place specific clues and narrow down where the rest went. Much smoother solving after that, but we should have done it faster. (Looking at the results, it seems as though there was a steep breakoff point for solvers: About 12 minutes average solve time for the top four teams, and 27 minutes average solve time for the next four.)
The solution was also the disarming code for the bomb at Twitter, which was good, but we'd killed Agent X, which meant he was no good to us. Luckily, we'd planted a tracking device on the guy whose clothes and identity we'd stolen, so we went to see what nefarious scheme he was up to now.
Clue 5 - The Gene (and Adrian and Briana and Molly and ...) PoolThere's often a danger of skipping over instructions when getting a new clue and trying to get right to the heart of the puzzle. I mean, it's exciting, you're in a hurry, and who wants to read incidental text when there's a mental challenge just begging to be solved? At best maybe you gloss over, say, "Find the nationalities of these names before working on the gene pool".

We kind of ignored that advice and started working on finding the names inscribed on rocks in the pool to match up with the names we'd been given and where on the circle they were. That seemed to take enough time for a simple task, but it seemed to take to long and eventually one half of the team decided to try gathering data about the countries.
Which may have been a bad idea. I looked up the indicated countries in my almanac, Andrea scouted them out, and Given wrote down, not the name of the indicated country, but its pair on the sidewalk square. Jonathan and Rob joined us after finishing the fountain, but that didn't seem to help, as they set about recollecting information. Time continued to pass and our messy methodology had us no closer to the goal than before. Data was wrong, it was hot, and frustration was beginning to set in.
Eventually, Jonathan stopped the chaos and one by one we went from one country to another, marking down
both the country of origin for a name and its counterpart. Andrea scouted ahead and stood on the appropriate sidewalk section. This finally got us all the data we needed and we sat down to consider it. The first letters of the counterpart countries indicated we needed to use a rotational semaphore. But rotated to what?

Maybe we could use the sidewalk square associated with each name as north? Well, it kind of worked, but it turned out rotational semaphore can be kind of difficult using something as flexible as paper as your straight edge. But Jonathan eventually marked everything correctly and we got a message "NATIONALITY OTHERS J". Other's J what? Redoing the semaphore for those letters did nothing to change them. I don't know how long we were stumped before Jonathan finally realized it was "OTHER SJ" and that SJ meant San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica.
An impressively designed puzzle using environmental data, yet it left us feeling grumpy with our results. With a little organization, we could have easily cut twenty minutes off our time.
The story card indicated that the man we'd been trying to find had been shot, the higher ups in his organization having figured out that the failed Twitter bombing meant the operation had been compromised. In his pocket, though, we found a newspaper that dealt with Costa Rican protesters using Twitter to organize a revolution... something that this mysterious organization didn't want to happen for whatever they had planned.
Clue 6 - I Am Jack's Complete Playground WorkoutUp until this point, Jonathan, Given, Rob, Andrea, and myself were working as an analog for Jack Bauer. We arrived a park for our next clue and were told that we needed to split up: One person would become Jack's body and scale a building (represented by playground equipment) while avoiding security cams (represented by the ground — except the green part); the rest of the team would become Jack's mind and try to figure out who killed the guy we stole the clothes from based on mug shots.
"Who's going to become Jack's body?" asked the captain of CRANEA. We all looked at each other. Based on Jonathan's previous statement that he always wants to do an activity, I expected him to speak up. He didn't. I thought maybe someone else might. They didn't. And darn it, I really wanted to do the playground traversal, so after a brief beat, I volunteered. Nobody complained or contradicted me; maybe I'm the only one who thought it would be fun.
I asked Rob to take a picture or two while I accomplished my task...










At the top of the final tower was a bunch of sheets of paper. The first one had some multicolored letters, "NY YY NY NN" on it. I looked at the others, the odd thought being that I might have to solve while up there. All the other sheets where the same, though, so I tore the top one off and climbed down.
"Took you long enough," quipped Jonathan, as Rob and I rejoined the team at a shady table. I thought I had actually made good time. But he, Given, and Andrea were looking a little frustrated because they hadn't made much progress: There were several sheets of paper filled with South Park-like characters, each in its own yellow rectangle. Basically, it was a variation of the game I used to play as a kid, Guess Who? At the top of each sheet of paper were a few anagrams, unscrambling to descriptions such as "black haired", and our team had solved all but one of them (which Rob and I set to work on). With my return, the little "Yes/No" next to each anagram finally made sense, as they matched via color to one of the Y/N letters on the sheet I'd retrieved.
A braille pattern emerged as we marked the people who met the criteria. The braille gave us four new criteria to meet, narrowing it down to one person by the name of MEDIUM. Finally, we had our killer and our answer.
The story card detailed how we called this information into HQ and found out that security footage showed that Mr. Medium was at the top level of a nearby parking garage.
Clue 7 - Licensed to ChillRob took the elevator; the rest of us walked up. In near-100F heat, Rob was the smart one. Regardless, we retrieved our clue and headed to a place that had two amazing factors going for it: First, it was air-conditioned; and second, it was Starbucks.
We ordered a bunch of frappuccinos (I got a Vanilla Bean, which was exactly what I needed and suddenly my new favorite drink) and sat down to solve. The clue consisted of many seven character strings with one question mark in each — passed off in-story as incomplete license plate numbers we needed to identify. Somebody pointed out that "PEMDAS" was in the flavor text, referring to operation of order. That, along with hints to concerning bringing about equalization, had us working on the theory that each seven character string was a math equation that when we filled in the one missing character, would be valid. The only thing was, we didn't know which letters stood for which operation.
Jonathan and Given attacked the puzzle head on. The rest of us seemed to be content to watch, throw in a helpful comment when we could, but mostly to enjoy a little rest with a cool drink. Soon, the puzzle was solved and Jonathan volunteered to run back up the parking garage to turn in our answer. Nobody objected.
Story-wise, it turns out we had found a briefcase in the abandoned car in the garage with the Constitution of California in it. Since it's too dense to read, let alone figure out what its connection to Twitter is, we get in contact with the only constitutional scholar we know: Barack Obama. While we wait for him to get back to us, we get information on where the driver of the car currently is.
Clue 8 - A Password-Protected Puzzle
We arrived at some sort of plaza to pick up our next puzzle. There was a covered stage nearby, offering some good shade and steps to solve on. From the story's point of view, a laptop had been found that password protected. The papers found near the laptop, in the form of a clue, might provide some way of figuring out the password. The instructions for the clue also detailed finding a book about something called "orthogonal" decryption: The grid of letters on the password screen had to be decrypted by row, then read by column.

The papers basically consisted of ordered crossword clues on the left, and unordered clues on the right. We figured there was some pattern connecting them, but it wasn't immediately apparent. Some initial words gave us the impression that there was some anagram-plus-one-extra-letter going on, but we couldn't see how that would apply to the grid of letters. We made some changes and worked on firming up the answers.

(At some point, Andrea noticed that Jonathan got a little bit of whipped cream on his nose from his Starbuck's drink. She borrowed my camera and delighted in taking a picture of it before he could get it off.)
Finally, we figured out that solution words on the left could always be anagrammed into one of the right side words (SPRITE -> PRIEST). Assuming that the pattern of anagramming could be applied to the password window's grid of letters, we came up with something about the sixth gift in the twelve days of Christmas. So GOOSE was the password and our solution. I liked that there was a plausible real-life reason, even if it was a form of the
Only the Smart May Pass trope, to have the puzzle.
With that solve, our story continued: On the laptop is a PDF that is
also password protected. The techs at CRANEA would attempt to break it, while we continued with our investigation. Just then, Obama called us back about the highlighted portions of the California constitution. He said that if California ever defaults on its loans, the state becomes the property of whichever entity owns 51% of the states debt. Obama had just check and found that Mexico had recently acquired just the right amount of California's debt...
Clue 9 - I Go All InNear some oddly shaped building (which I see now is the
San Jose Repertory Theatre), we were given a pack of cards, the box of which was custom labeled for the BANG with the ranking of poker hands. Something was odd about the printed rankings, though: There were no spaces between words.
Opening the pack revealed the card deck, but going through them revealed that there were several different card backings. We worked hurriedly to sort them and found that there were six cards per backing. It was pretty easy to notice that there was a poker hand in each group, so we arranged the hands into poker hands and ordered them on the ground in front of us by rank.
Some idea came up and Jonathan, Rob, Andrea, and Given discussed discussed it, almost completely ignoring the cards. After thirty seconds or so, I stopped paying attention and instead concentrated on the cards. An idea quickly came to me and I tested it against the first few hands.
"Hey guys, I've got TOOL," I told my team.
They fell silent.
"Taking the unused sixth card in each hand to index into the name of the poker hand," I explained.
"Well," replied Jonathan, "keep going with it."
This surprised me. Usually, if I hook onto an idea, I share it with the others so that the extraction can go quicker. But not this time: I was being asked to finish it on my own.
They all looked at me. I tried to quickly process the remaining hands. S then H then something then D. I paused a second, then said, "TOOLSHED".
Jonathan took the answer to GC while I verified that the seventh letter was indeed E. It was, and Jonathan came back with our story card:
The PDF had been cracked by some experts. It had information taken from a San Jose State library book about a payment of gold bullion to Mexico for the state of California back in the 1800s. However, the gold's escorts had died mysteriously and the implication is that Mexico never received it. The connection to the Twitter bomb and the succession plot wasn't immediately obvious, but maybe the person who had checked out the book would know? So said library we went.
Continued in
Part Three.
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