Abigail First Person:
I cannot believe that I lied to my parents about the treasure. I know that they wouldn't exactly like the details of how Ben sort of kidnapped me, but of it still felt bad to lie. After all, they were my parents. They deserved to know the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. We couldn't exactly skip the part of Ben stealing the Declaration of Independence and how the FBI had to chase him down. If my parents ever found out about how Ben could have been a criminal in jail, I'd be on a non-stop flight back to Germany, whether I liked it or not.
I smiled ever so sweetly at both Ben and Riley. Ben got it, almost instantly, but Riley still had a confused look on his face.
"Riley, you worked with Ben, remember? You helped save a few important documents with him, which is why they gave you such a 'long' vacatioin at work." I said, squeezing a hinting tone in my voice.
"Right, can we go home now? I'm not exactly looking forward to going to my own folk's house."
"Sure…I guess you two head over to the car while my parents and I get their luggage." My head urged them to go on so maybe I could explain to Ben. But not about the part about getting stuck in the bathroom.
"Once again, I feel used. Why does she have all the fun?" I heard Riley mumble, carrying the luggage. Both my parents and I were pleased to hear,
"Because she's a lady. Besides, in a small way, this is payback for sneaking in our swimming pool."
Riley rolled his eyes, something I would do if Ben had said that to me. I giggled as Riley struggled with my parents' bags throughout the airport. I know it wasn't the nicest thing to do, but hey, loike Ben said, it was payback for sneaking into the pool. So, ha ha to Riley!
Riley First Person:
Women. Their ways and styles. But why do they have the fun while the men do all the work? I mean, sure they work at their jobs just as hard as we do, but their lives seem greener on the other side. I just don't get it with women.
"I mean, they claim they are just as independent, then they go off making you hold their doors with the "ladies" guilt trick." I mumbled under my breath.
"What does she have in this thing, bricks?" I remarked, shaking my head. I heard Ben restrain from laughing.
"Riley, all they have in here are their clothes. How is it that you go swimming so much, and type so much, yet you still manage to struggle with arm strength?" I remarked, shaking my head. I decided now to give him a piece of my mind.
"Okay, if you think this is so easy, why don't you give it a try? It feels as if it was loaded with bricks" I tried to hand Ben a suitcase, but my arms gave in, dropping the case. I broke open when it hit the ground. But what was inside was the unexpected.
Abigail First Person:
BANG! I heard a loud sound behind me. Great. My parents' luggage.
"Riley!" I turned around to find Riley staring at the floor, his jaw open. I looked down to find….bricks. Not clothes, but bricks.
Ben bent down and picked up one of them. He started to examine it when he saw hundreds and thousands of dollars hidden under it.
"This isn't your parents' luggage," he said, looking at the suitcase's name tag. "This is Shaw's…"
I stood, my mouth agape. So Riley really had been carrying bricks. I pointed at the bottom of the suitcase. A rifle.
"How did this get past metal detectors?" I heard Riley ask, panting from carrying the heavy weight. There had been at least twenty bricks.
"The bricks. They must have been clocking out the metal. He used it as a shield, I guess." I eyed my parents, obviously confused and startled. Thos weren't just a few hundred bucks. There must at least be three hundred thousand dollars in there. In cash.
"Who is Shaw?" I heard my father ask, eyeing everyone suspiciously. That's good. He knows we're hiding something already. I smiled, coming up with a quick answer in my head.
"He's one of the criminals in the case Ben and I solved, he was trying to sell the important documents in the black market." Boy did I have a distinct feeling that this lie would end up swallowing me whole.
Ben First Person:
Great. Abigail had lied to her parents, again. I wished she could be honest with them for once, but I know she's trying to stay out of hot water. At least that's what she thinks.
"Is there anyway we can get the right luggage now?" I asked Abigail, who was still shocked at what she said.
"No." She said blankly. "They're now working on the next plane's luggage, it looks like we'll have to take Shaw's." Abigail started picking up everything up as Riley and I did the same.
Finally, we got it up and went to the car where we loaded it up with both luggage and scared, frightened people. After about five minutes into the trip home, though, Riley changed all that.
"When do we get there? I'm hungry. This car smells weird."
I sighed, and asked him what I should do about it. Did he want me to drop him off at some restaurant? Sadly, that is how Riley ended up at Chik-Fil-A. You know what else? He decided the luggage would be safer with him, as Abigail and I had reserves at a highly fancy (and expensive) restaurant.
Riley First Person:
As soon as Ben dropped me off, natrally he wanted me to hold on to the case. After all, I was spending Shaw's money, not my own, right? Anyways, so I walk in, (pouting that there wasn't a reservation for me in that fancy restaurant that Ben's going to…), and the first thing I see? Moo-cows. Lots and lots of moo cows. People Moo-cows, to be more exact.
