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A/N: So here's another one. It should be pretty exciting... I think. Review if you want to. Thanks for reading.

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The quartet walked along with a tour group. As they passed the tower, Ben, Abigail, Riley and Mia turned a corner to climb the winding stairs up to the bell. Everyone else was too interested in the tour to see them slip away. Quickly and without words, the climb the stairs until the reached a trap door. Ben opened it up and climbed onto the landing. Wind blew from every direction as Riley asked, "What bell is this?"

"It's the Centennial Bell," Ben said.

"It replaced the Liberty Bell in 1876," Mia added.

"There is is," Abigail said looking over the edge to where the tower cast a shadow.

"All right," Ben said, "I'm gonna go down there and you three meet me in the signing room. Okay?"

"You mean I just climbed all those stairs for nothing?" Mia asked still slightly out of breath.

"Getting a little out of shape, are we?" Riley teased.

"Maybe..." she replied, not letting a normal sarcastic comeback of hers slip out. Ben quirked an eyebrow at the bizarre exchange. He made a mental note to ask Mia about it later, after he found what they were looking for here.

"Let's go," Abigail said, pulling an out of breath Mia along with her.

As soon as they reached the signing room and Mia sat down, Ben walked back in. "What'd you score?" Riley asked. She sighed but stood up to look at what Ben found.

"I found some kind of ocular device," Ben said with a smile. He pulled out a pair of ancient looking glasses from his coat. "A vision to see the treasured past? Let me take that," he said to Abigail taking the Declaration. He pulled it out of the case as Riley, Mia, and Abigail examined the glasses.

"They're like, early American X-ray Specs," he said twirling them around in his hand.

"Benjamin Franklin invented something like these," Abigail pointed out.

"Uh," Ben replied, "I think he invented these."

"So what do we do with it?" Riley asked.

"We're gonna end world hunger! It spontaneously regenerates food, shelter, and love!" Mia said with a fake smile. Her face then put on an 'are you serious' look and she said, "What do you think we do with glasses, stupid?"

"We look through it," Ben supplied. Well at least she's back to fighting with him... Ben thought. Abigail helped him unroll the Declaration and Ben let out a sigh.

"What?" Riley asked, suddenly alarmed.

"It's just, the last time this was in here, it was being signed," he said with a smile. Both Mia and Abigail smiled along with him but Riley seemed unfazed.

"Ben, there's another tour coming," he said.

"Turn it over," Ben replied with a toss of his head.

"Careful!" Abigail said, worried it was going to rip. As soon as it was slipped Ben held out his hand.

"Spectacles," he said. Riley handed them over and he looked through it.

"What do you see?" Abigail asked.

"What is it? Is it a treasure map?" Riley asked excitedly.

"It says 'Heere at the Wall' spelled with two e's," he said taking off the glasses. He held them out in front of him. "Take a look." Both Riley and Abigail made a grab for them at the same time with Abigail coming out victorious.

"I'm gonna keep watch," Mia whispered lightly touching her brother's arm. Ben nodded and watched as Abigail's expression changed into awe.

"Why can't they say: 'go to this place. Here's the treasure. Spend it wisely'?" Riley asked rolling his eyes.

"Oh, Riles," Mia said slightly opening the blinds, "because that would be too easy. And where's the fun in that?" When she glanced out at the street she saw someone she didn't expect. Both Phil and Shippen were outside looking around. "Oh crap," she muttered.

"What?" Riley asked as Ben and Abigail rolled up the document. "How'd they find us?"

"Damn!" Mia said. "That little kid rolled on us! The last letters were S T O W. Ian probably bribed the kid like we did. Dammit!" she cursed angrily. "I can't believe we didn't think of that before."

"She's right," Ben said. "Ian has nearly unlimited resources. And he smart."

"I don't think we can get out of here without being spotted," Abigail pointed out darkly.

"Well we don't want him to have the Declaration or the glasses but we especially don't want him to have them both together," Ben said.

"So what do we do?" Riley asked.

"Separate the lock from the key," he replied not putting the tube inside the carrying case. "We're splitting up."

"Good idea," Abigail said.

"Really?" Riley asked.

"Yes. I'll take this and those," he said referring to the document carrying case and the glasses, "you keep that," he added referring to the actual Declaration. "Meet me at the car and call me if you have any problems."

"Like if we get caught and killed?" Riley asked, with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, that would be a big problem," Ben said.

"Not morbid at all Riley," Mia muttered.

"Take care of her," he said.

Riley, Mia, and Abigail said, "I will," at the same time. All three looked at each other in confusion as to who or what Ben was talking about.

"I'll go out first. Wait over there," he instructed. Before Mia could walk away to where Riley and Abigail were, he pulled her to the side.

"Why are you being so nice to Riley?" he asked in a whisper.

"What?" she said furrowing her brow.

"When we were up on the top of the tower, you didn't spout out a sarcastic comment when he insulted you. And some of your comments are nearly as evil as they could be. So I repeat, why are you being to nice to Riley?"

She raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't think now's really the time."

"Fine," Ben sighed, "but we're talking about this later."

"Whatever," she said walking away. Sometimes he wondered if he really was related to that girl.

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Don't get me wrong, I love the hunt. I just don't love the puzzles that go along with it. Or the bad guys who'll do anything to get it. I didn't want to be chased but I sort of knew that it would happen eventually.

I'm guessing you're sort of getting tired of me interrupting the story huh? Well, sorry. Since I'm the one telling it, I think I deserve to put my input in. Considering I didn't get to do it when we were actually there. Okay that didn't sound right...

I just... Oh, never mind. Back to what you want...

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"Let's go this way," Abigail said steering them away from where Ben was going. All three walked normally like there was no one following them until they heard someone pushing through the crowd. Shaw and Victor had spotted them and Mia stopped.

"Riley..." she said.

"Time to run!" he announced, trying to shove his way through the mass of people. The reached the door to a large store and all ran inside. Both Abigail and Riley tried to choose a way to go, but neither followed the other. Riley stopped because he knew Abigail wasn't behind him anymore. He went to go the other way, but Mia caught his arm.

"We don't have time. We'll find her later."

"So what do we do now?" he asked, jogging after her.

"Hide," she replied. They ran until they were in a nook in the store where several groups of teenagers were making out, oblivious to everything around them. "Uh..." she said stopping. "Maybe we should go back..."

"No time," Riley said looking over his shoulder and seeing Victor. He flipped the hood from his jacket and pushed her up against the wall so his back was to the entrance. He put his arms up to block her face and moved in closer so it looked as if they were a young couple that was supposed to be there.

"What are you doing?" she whispered her own face dangerously close to his own.

"Shut up!" he hissed. "Put your arms around my neck," he ordered. Complying, she inadvertently pulled him closer to her. She could feel him panting, both his chest moving up and down and his warm breath on her neck, from all the running they had been doing. There were footsteps that got closer and closer to them. At first Riley thought they would be caught. Turn around he desperately thought. Please turn around! As if someone was listening to him, the footsteps faded and Riley quickly pulled away and put his hood back down.

"That was a close one," Mia breathed. In more ways than one... she thought.

"Completely," he agreed, not knowing she was thinking the same thing he was. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine. Actually, it was a pretty good idea," she admitted.

"I have my moments," he shrugged. "Let's go find Abigail."

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Uh... Well, this is awkward. I'd actually rather not talk about this one... How about we just move on... Heh heh...

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Sure Abigail realized Riley and Mia was following her, but that wasn't her priority at the moment. She was trying to hide from the guy who was trying to kill her. As quick as she could, she leaped over a counter and sat with her knees up to her chest. "If you're not a stake, you don't belong here," an African-American woman told her.

Still out of breath Abigail answered, "I'm just trying to hide from my ex-husband."

"Who?" she asked. Spotting Shaw she asked, "Baldy?"

"Yes," she whispered, still terrified.

"Honey," she began, "stay as long as you like."

"Thank you!" she said. Looking through the glass she saw Shaw. He had his hands on his hips slightly pushing his jacket away revealing a concealed weapon. Abigail closed her eyes and tried to control herself. All the while she heard the lady talking.

"Do you want something?" she asked. "Do you want something?" she wondered again when Shaw didn't answer.

"Shut up," he snapped running away.

The lady turned to Abigail and said, "I see why you left him." Abigail couldn't help but let out a relieved chuckle. As soon as she was sure he was gone, she jumped out from behind the counter and hid next to all the flowers.

Suddenly, someone touched her shoulder. She let out a shriek until she realized it was Riley who tapped her. Because of he shock she didn't notice however, how red both his and Mia's faces were. Instead she asked, "Where were you two?"

"Uh, hiding!" he answered. "Come on," he said leading the two girls out of the store.

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I really loved hearing about this from Abby. I seriously was about to die when she said that the lady told her she'd seen why she left him.

I suppose now that you know what the three of us were doing, you'd want to know what Ben was up to.

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Ben walked calmly and pretended not to know someone was following him. He crossed the street and saw a bus pass behind him. As soon as he was on the other side of the street, he ran, hard and fast.

The honking of car horns told him that the men following him were aware he was running and were trying to catch him. Faster and faster he ran until he met a dead end. Almost literally. Grave stones lined the inside of the gates and he opened them and ran in. Unfortunately, one of the guys pulled out a gun and stated shooting.

Like James Bond, he dived behind a headstone, to try and escape the shots. As he was catching his breath, another guy snuck up until he was almost right beside him and started shooting again. He ran as fast as he could out of the cemetery and hid behind the wall. When Shippen came around the corner, he slammed the document case in his face, then punched him in the jaw sending him to the ground.

But, it was just his luck that Phil sped around the corner and started running towards Ben. "Oh, come on!" he moaned through gritted teeth as he started running again.

The next gate he came to was locked so he ran around another corner. He came to another gate and ran up the fire escape. Bullets flew but luckily didn't catch him. Ben never thought he'd be running across roofs to get away from a guy trying to kill him. He ran as far as he could until there was no where else to go but down.

"Gates!" Phil yelled. "Give me the document, man!"

"All right, Phil," he answered taking off the case. He threw it, so it almost fell off the roof then made a run for it. Phil didn't catch up to him and he was finally free of the lunatics trying to kill him.

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Unfortunately, we didn't have the same luck Ben had. We didn't give the two thugs the slip and they followed us until we reached just past City Hall. Things went downhill fast from there.

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Mia was far ahead of Riley and Abigail. After she crossed the street, she looked back to see Riley had been hindered by a group of businessmen. Abigail was speeding towards the intersection and an unsuspecting cyclist. "Abigail!" she yelled in warning.

But it was too late. She slammed into the cyclist and dropped the Declaration into the middle of the street. Mia watched in awe just as a car was about to run it over. However, it barely missed it. Abigail quickly stood up and tried to make a grab for it, but a huge semi truck was speeding to the crosswalk. Mia didn't see what had happened to her because strong arms picked her up from behind.

"Hey!" she screamed. "Put me down!" When she looked around she saw Ian smile and wave, as Phil carried her to the car on the side of the road. "RIL-" she started but a hand clamped over her mouth.

She struggled against her attacker, but it was no avail. Thinking fast, she bit Phil's hand. Over a curse, she screamed, "RILEY! Help me!" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Riley start to run towards her but his arm was caught by Abigail. With a pained expression she yelled something to him and he ran away. But she didn't see which direction they ran because she was quickly thrown into the car.

As soon as the door closed, Shippen started to drive away. Mia started kicking and screaming and flailing her arms. "Let me out of here!" she yelled. "Let. Me. Out. Of. This. Car!" she ordered smacking the back of the driver's chair. Her hands flew to the door handle, but found that the child lock was on. Banging on the window, she screamed for help.

"Will you shut her up!" Shippen yelled. "I can't drive if she keeps screaming like that."

"I'm working on it," Phil said yanking her back from the window. It didn't help much, because she screaming louder and flailed more violently. His arms tightened around her body, but she freed on of her arms anyway. Her elbow flew up sharply and came into contact with the black man's nose with a sickening crunch. Immediately he let her go and she started banging on the back of his chair again.

"She broke my nose," Phil said examining the blood on his hand. "The bitch broke my nose!"

"I don't care if she shot you!" Shippen shouted. "Shut her up, or I'm going to crash the car!"

"I'd like to see you try and drug her!" Phil shouted trying to get anther grip on the furiously struggling and shouting girl.

"She's five three and a hundred twenty pounds!" he argued back. "How hard could it be?"

"Well, half those pounds are muscle man," he replied. "Come help me!" he ordered after more of the same struggling. "It'll go by much smoother!"

"Fine!" he yelled pulling the car to the side of the road. Putting it in park, he climbed into the back seat and held her legs down.

"Hold her arms!" he ordered. "I can't get the rag is she's clawing my face off!" The Scottish man did was he was told and she wasn't cooperating even in the slightest. She was going to make this as hard for them as possible.

"Hurry up," he said straining to keep his hold on her.

Finally he got the rag in hand and was trying to press it over her protesting mouth and nose. Mia had other plans. Her head contorted and shifted different ways so he couldn't get the rag over her mouth. "You know what?" he said roughing grabbing a handful of hair. She let out a sharp yelp as her head was yanked back almost parallel to the floor. "I am done playing around with you. You broke my nose, so I'll pull your hair. Sit still or it's gonna get worse." Mia didn't comply and struggled, if it was possible, even harder.

"Okay," Phil said. "Don't want to play nice?" The last statement was directed towards Shippen. "Where's that tazor?"

"Why didn't we think of that in the first place?" he wondered aloud. "Under the seat," he replied. Phil reached under and grabbed the small gun-shaped tazor. As he pulled the trigger, he let fifty thousand volts flood into the girl he was pinning down. Mia screamed in pain and stopped moving long enough for Phil to successfully clamp the rag over her mouth and nose. Muffled shouts made it through the rag until her eyes drooped. Try as she might, she just couldn't stay awake. When she finally stopped fighting, even weakly, he let go of the girl and sighed.

"It's about time," Shippen commented.

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A/N: So there you go. Review if the inspiration strikes you.