Contain minor Spoilers
This is the first Fanfic I encourage to publish (between thousands writings). If it is too awful, say it and i will stop. Original Version in Spanish. So sorry for the translation and the mess.
It was obvious that the Drake brothers would not let his wanderings once, even after almost dying crushed by a mountain.
Better yet, Rafe was officially off the map, so they had a slight list of possible treasures to turn, especially one, succulent ... If Elena allowed.
To Nathan will cost many conversations with his wife, many "lost puppy" looks, many foundations and many offers of the kind "I'll wash the dishes for 3 months, I'll give you foot massages every night for two months and will not be a complete pain in the ass at least one month"
As well, was necessary to Sullivan remind her again and again the absence of obvious dangers, the fact that Samuel also be involved and another burst of pretexts, excuses, foundations and verbiage, but in the end,she relented,
reluctantly.
The principle was relatively simple, with a little complicated maps to mind like yours. A chain of events that led for several libraries and need to steal a somewhat peculiar book a deposit of London. Easy peasy.
"Naule: The mind and hand" was a very old book, with peculiarly thick sheets, intentional charged holes and an unusually complicated verbiage, mixed ancient languages, as if it had been a lottery.
Naule had been a code name of the original Nauhky Lee, a cheater thief senior, originally from China, which had mixed with the worst fortune hunter, only to disappear years later among the most sought pirates of his time.
There lay the important thing: Nauhky Lee had taken his precious cargo of eternal boots, before being part of history. Its cargo was the treasure they were looking for.
And the key was in the book, which gradually gradually they could decipher. Most of the content was pure filler, waste, methods to distract. That was left in clean was a hundred random dots and lines, loose phrases and quotes too insistent ""Omni Fortuna. Et Legatum. Sed Quid Est. Et Semper Erit " a dozen times repeated... "All my fortune. And my legacy. It is what it is. And always will be. "
The three men followed a few days later analyzing puzzles points and phrases, stuck like never before, lost in thousands of variants end.
- We should ask someone more indications- Victor said, jaded- There is something we overlooked.
- We can not go talk to anyone- Sam leaned against the window, threw his cigarette- It has to be someone very confident ... we can not risk the same thing happened with Rafe.
- ¿What about Edna? - Nathan thought.
- ¿Edna? - His brother looked as if he had seen a ghost.
- ¡Hey! ¡It is a good idea!- Victor looked at him- She is an imperishable tracker, we should go visit.
- ¿Edna Shaareim?- Sam asked again.
- Yes ... that Edna ... -Nathan ,slapped him, laughing.
For a moment Samuel stared at nothing, letting his brain rewound the years as if it were a movie.
Edna Shaareim was stuck in his soul as the worst thorn from most of his life. A daughter of a few who had his father, a Moroccan soldier, with his mother, a lovable teacher from India, in the poor area of Morocco.
She was the only could afford to attending a school and, at age 8,that was what saved her.
Civil conflicts lashed out with her village, including her mother and all her six brothers. Only she remained, attending classes, and her father, who was on duty.
Terrified collapsed and lost, he took her of their land, entering the United States as a stowaway and surviving with the minimum and indispensable. And for years, he trained and educated in how to survive, fight, shoot, drive, to stand as prepared as possible, until a handful of criminals shot his father and left her alone.
She kept stealing to eat, and stealing to get money, opting increasingly for stealing valuable things.
No one would expect to steal a relic from a museum involve competition.
With 13 years she was not the only one who wanted that prize, had encountered a pre pubescent child and a rebellious teenager who narrowly and leave behind, but which began to make deals. Treatment that led her to learn from history, and sneak into the most complex deposits, and to appreciate them as a family.
After all, Nathan became his new younger brother, but only for a couple of years and which began almost bad breeding to based in hugs. He was guilty, he reminded his young deceased brothers.
Samuel was his big brother, mentor and teacher in many things, mostly illegal. And after all, he was older than she, and could not spoil him as Nate, but could beat him friendly..
For both, Edna was family, different for both. Nathan saw in her, the sister he ever had, and Sam began to get lost in her brown eyes too soon, although he kept it secret.
The triad sought treasures in a thousand places, almost buried, dead, killed, imprisoned, but always together.
Until Panamá...
The Latin translation can be wrong. I am sorry.