Amy and Dan were flying over the Mediterranean. Fiske had given them a list of certain things to pick up and deliver.
You'd think that after the big clue hunt was over they would be doing more important things.
Stuff like discovering the cure to cancer, finding world peace, or living with the rich and famous.
Then again they could be doing more normal things like going to school, visiting the mall, or lounging around the house.
But no, of course they had to have certain duties that seemed either irrelevant or useless.
Or so they thought.
They finally reached their destination. Italy.
Dan would describe it as the home of pizza, pasta, or probably some ruthless mafia who would decapitate their victims. Amy would describe it as the home of the most beautiful architecture and romantic places in the world.
They were here for all of that, and more. They were Cahills, for goodness' sake. NOTHING was ever the way they expected it to be.
Amy POV:
I took one last scan of the things we had to pick up. Fiske said I had to get rid of the paper before leaving the plane. Dan already memorized it, so we would not have a problem of forgetting anything. I hope that this would go smoothly and we would get back home as soon as possible.
We just had to go to a charity auction and find Dante's notes. Dante, a famous writer known for his work, the Divine Comedy, was a Cahill. Several historians found a notebook that had notes written in a very similar manner as the Divine Comedy. The handwriting of the notebook and the original manuscript were similar. The words used were alike. But the things written made no sense to them. They were expecting something in the line of philosophical thoughts or his personal life. But it talked about things after his time. Surely there was no airplanes and war with bombs in that time. It was said that there was no chance he wrote it. But it was an interesting find. It had some of the most memorable moments of history in it. But when they were on the brink of understanding what that notebook was about, its words would switch language, the scene and the topic would be different. Some pages were filled with strange numbers and letters. They tried to find out who the famous author was but that was in vain.
The best of the best could not understand it. As a result of their failure they put it up for auction, since they had no other use for it. I had to smirk at that. "Oh if Ian could see me now." I could mock him with that stupid smirk of his. I wanted to mock him. All those other buyers at the auction, all those snobbish rich people didn't know that what they wanted was worthless. They had their eyes on jewelry that was said to have been owned by some famous heiress. Or maybe some ancient vase uncovered after a century.
But the Cahills made a small background check on everything. This notebook was the real deal. True enough, it wasn't Dante but some nobody who was able to write certain items of importance and converted it into a way that mixed different types of writing style that no one could uncover. Then again the historians didn't have any Ekats with them. This was going to be easy!
I think…