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Abigail noticed the darkness in Ben's tone, but said nothing as Riley came bursting in. She finished what was left of her coffee and looked at him expectantly. "Well, share with the class, Riley." She prompted, scooting over so he could sit down and passing him the cup of coffee she had gotten him.

"Oh hey! Coffee! Thanks!" He gulped it down, let out a slight yelp at the heat, and then cleared his throat. "The vision to see the treasured past, comes as the timely shadow passes in front of the house of pass and stow."

Ben appeared deep in thought.

"Pass and Stow, of course, is referring to-"

"The liberty bell, yeah." Ben said abruptly, cutting his friend off rather harshly.

Abigail smiled. "But the Liberty Bell is no longer in its place in the steeple, so it has to be referring to the steeple where it used to be - so we have to be there at a certain time." She said, resting her chin in her hand, frowning slightly. "Question is, what time?"

"What time..." Ben repeated. He looked around the coffee shop, as if for inspiration, and then it struck him. "Oh...You guys are gonna love this." He pulled out his wallet, producing one of the leftover hundred dollar bills, and looked over at Riley. "Can you go get me one of those water bottles from the refrigerator? Thanks."

Riley rolled his eyes.

"Yes Master."

Abigail giggled at Riley, glancing at the bill in Ben's hand, then she remembered there was a clock tower on the back. With a time on it. Knowing what Ben was up to, she could only smile, watching Riley return with the water bottle and hand it to Ben.

Ben couldn't help it as his motor pouth began to run again. He just loved telling people what they didn't know.

"On the back of a hundred dollar bill is an etching of independence hall based on a painting done in the 1780's." His eyes flickered between Riley and Abigail as he spoke. "-And the artist was actually a friend of Benjamin Franklins. Now I think that if we look at this clock tower, we may find the specific time..."

Riley seemed to be reeling from all the information as Ben held the bill up and peered through the water bottle.

"I know." Abigail said with a half grin, but apparently Riley didn't. "You should pay more attention in history classes, Riley. See how much they pay off?" She leaned forward across the table, peering through the water bottle with Ben. "What time does it say?"

"2.22..." He paused, looking across at his accomplices. "Anybody got the time?"

Abigail glanced at her watch. "About noon." She replied. "We still have time to make it there today if we hurry. We don't want your friend coming back."

Like Ben was going to wait around any longer.

"Let's go."

They all bustled out of the coffee shop and out into the afternoon sunshine. It was delightfully warm, and Ben turned his face up to the sun with the hint of a smile on his face as he went. There really was nothing better than this? Was there? Treasure hunting with his best friend and a beautiful girl...

They walked down the street, chattering amongst themselves, failing to noticed the black SUV parked just near them...

"Pass and stow. Type it in." Ian ordered the man sitting in the back seat with the laptop opened on his lap. There was the clicking of keys, before the laptop was passed over to him. "The liberty bell. Looks like we're heading to Liberty Hall, gentlemen." He said, and glanced up - he caught sight of the pretty blonde first, walking on one side of the man, the familiar form of the geek on his other side. He chuckled. "Well, how about we greet our old friends?" He questioned, then noticed the document clutched in the blonde woman's hand. "Whatever you do, don't damage that document. I don't care if you have to drag her in this car, but make sure nothing happens to the document."

On his orders, the man driving circled the block and up the street Ben and the others were walking toward, cutting them off before they could cross it. He slammed on the breaks at the curb, and Ian stepped out, chuckling. "Save yourself the time and don't run - because I will shoot you."

It was Riley who noticed the erratic driving of the car just near them.

"Uh, Ben..." He nudged his friend and pointed. "Does that look slightly Ian-ish to you?"

Ben looked over, brow furrowed, and his question was answered when the car screeched to a halt before them, and Ian stepped out...

Ben stopped in his tracks and so did his friends and his arms instinctively went out, as if to protect them.

"Ian, what're you doing here?"

"I'm here for what's mine." He nodded to the document in Abigail's hand. "Hand it over before someone gets hurt."

Abigail clutched the document tighter to her chest.

"Never."

Ian narrowed his eyes and lifted his jacket, flashing the sleek silver gun tucked away into his belt. "I shoot to kill, Dr. Chase. Hand it over. Or you have the second option of coming with me, we find that treasure of yours - I leave with the money, and you leave with your lives."

Ben almost laughed.

"You're ridiculous Ian,"

Riley cut in.

"And you're barking up the wrong tree. She won't even give Ben that thing."

Ben shot Riley a look and continued, almost spitting his words.

"We could've worked together on this Ian, and you know we could. But you had to go and mess it all up, you had to go and make this into something it was never meant to be."

Ian sighed. "That treasure was always mine, Ben. I'd planned to take it from you the minute we found it." He shrugged, and pulled the gun out, aiming it at Ben's head. "Get in the car. All three of you. Now. I'm done playing games."

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