They were seeking out the treasure of their destiny,
without actually wanting to live out their destiny.
—Paulo Coelho.
Harry yawned, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his of his palms — he wasn't exactly ready to start his day, but he had hit the snooze button a few times too many already. He walked into the living area of the apartment, stopping in his tracks once he noticed the piles upon piles of research littering the room. There were newspapers, print-outs of articles, photographs, and everything else that might be of some assistance to them. It was Nathan's doing; obviously, Harry was only interested in the reward. "Drake?" He called out curiously, stepping over and between the papers laid out across the floor as he made his way into the kitchen, nearly laughing once he noticed the empty energy drink cans all over the countertops – oh, and of course Nathan, passed out on the table.
Harry walked over to Nathan, placing his hands gently on his shoulders. "Wake up sweetheart. It's time for school."
Nathan jolted awake, suddenly alert as he looked up at Harry, wiping the drool away from his chin with the back of his hand. "What time is it?" He looked to his wrist, forgetting he didn't exactly like wearing his watch when they weren't on their little 'adventures'.
Harry chuckled, pointing to the LED display of the microwave. "A little after 9, were you awake all night?" He arched a brow, patting the younger male on the shoulder before he made his way to the fridge, his stomach rumbling.
"Ah, well, most of it...obviously." Nathan rubbed the sleep from his eyes, blinking a few times to clear them, and glanced down at the drool-covered papers he had been sleeping on.
Harry smiled, retrieving two bowls from the cupboard and pouring them each a bowl of cereal, navigating his way around some of the cans that had fallen to the floor as he made his back to the table, and sitting across from his friend. "Find anything interesting?" He set their bowls down, sliding Nathan one and tapping the edge, as if he were insisting he eat.
Nathan ignored him, shuffling through the papers and eventually sliding a thin pamphlet across the tabletop, one that was very familiar to Harry. "The museum is having a show—" he began, shoveling a spoonful of Fruity Pebbles into his mouth. "I'm sure you've heard about this, but look. I've been doing some research about this stuff. These are Egyptian pots. Well, these specific pots contain pieces of a map. Those Pharaohs were some sneaky motherfuckers Flynn. I should probably brush up on my Arabic after attempting to read this. But look. You've heard of Cleopatra, right? Of course you have. Well you know that she killed herself with her lover, Mark Antony. And before you ask, no. Not the singer." He paused, sighing quietly. "Anyway. Before she killed herself, she hid what could be tens of millions of dollars worth of gold. Not to mention whatever other gems might be hidden with it. Well, she was crafty. One of her servants? Hid it for her. And she told them to take the map, divide it into a dozen or so pieces, and then hide it in a bunch of pots. Well, they did. But they didn't quite get the message. Instead of just stuffing it in some pots, they made new pots, and put the map between the layers of clay. Those map pieces? Are going to be on display."
Harry had been listening intently, chewing his breakfast as quietly as he could. "Well that's all well and good mate. But how do you expect us to just walk out of there with a dozen huge Egyptian pots? Won't it look a little suspicious?"
"We aren't taking the pots. Only the map pieces."
"Okay, but...wait just a tick. We're going to break these pots…inside the museum? Take the pieces, and just leave the broken pots all over the place?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Nope. Just making sure I had the plan right. When do we get started?"
Nathan grinned, reaching out and patting Harry on the shoulder. "As soon as you get your sorry ass to work."
(to be continued….)