"It would appear we are almost here Miss Lyons...now be a good girl and hand the book over to me," the blonde muttered as Penelope shook her head and held it closely in her hands.

"You don't tell me what to do," she snapped at him as he stood up and just looked down at the girl in pure frustration as the car slowed down and the sound of gravel crunching could be heard beneath the tyres. It was raining fast and heavy in England as Penelope just stared out of the window and looked up onto the large gothic mansion. She couldn't help but think it was like something she would read in a book, with the way it stood proudly and the clear but dark brick work. The windows were long and there was a large water fountain which stood in the driveway as the car swung around it and stopped just outside the entrance doors. The blonde man, who Penelope had discovered was called Leon, was annoyed with her. He was annoyed because bringing her to England wasn't involved in the plan. And he didn't want to know how the Rushends would react. The other Americans had hung back at the airport for a few hours to make sure that the Joneses didn't follow because, as time had told, you never could be too sure if they would be there or not.

"Now come along," Leon said as the door to his side of the vehicle opened and he grasped onto Penelope's free hand and pulled her along the seat and out of the car. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist as they dashed through the rain and past the butler who had opened the door into a large entrance hallway. Penelope finally managed to get from Leon's grip as she elbowed him off to the side and she looked around the tiled area. There was large rug on the floor in front of a fireplace which was burning profusely as portraits were illuminated by its lights. She had never seen anything as exquisite in her life as she peered around.

"Master Rushend shall see you in the study...although...he wasn't expecting female company," the butler said to Leon as he looked at Penelope who was still wearing the same poodle skirt and tight blouse which clung to her body as her blonde curls were slightly damp but not so that they had lost their bounce.

"Yes...well...we weren't expecting her either. She was adamant in coming," Leon said and Penelope felt weak under the men's gazes at her. She wished she hadn't done this. She felt so alone and hand no one to trust at that moment in time. All she had to do was find the cup and destroy it...that was the only thought which continued to run around her head as she followed the butler down the hallway. Leon remained a step behind her but Penelope could hear his footsteps pounding, letting her know that he was watching and that she had best not try anything funny.

"Enter," a voice spoke from the other side of a large wooden door and the butler did just that. The room was bathed in warmth from a large log fire which had two big windows either side of it where rain could be seen still falling. There was a large mahogany desk with a plush leather chair behind it and two smaller ones in front as the desk was cluttered. There were many paintings hung on the walls and bookshelves were filled to the brim with leather bound books. Penelope took in all the sights before she saw a young man who was sat behind the desk in the large chair with a drink in his hand as he swirled it lazily and watched as Leon pushed Penelope into the room.

"Leon...my old friend," he greeted the blonde as he stood up and outstretched a hand to him as he walked over and stood near the fireplace.

"And who have we here?" the man turned his gaze onto Penelope who just remained quiet and held her book closer to her waist. The man took in her appearance and couldn't help but think how different she looked compared to the girls in England. Poodle skirts were hardly a fashion trend in Britain but he gathered she was no British girl.

"This would be Dr Lyons' daughter," he said and the man held his hand out to Penelope who carefully took it as he grasped her fingers and pulled her closer to him as he slowly raised her fingers to his lips and spoke;

"I don't believe we have met Miss Lyons...Andrew Rushend," he said and Penelope cleared her throat;

"Penelope Lyons," she replied as his lips remained on her knuckle for a few seconds and his blue eyes gazed into hers. Andrew Rushend was the eldest of the two brothers, he had jet black hair which was sleeked back and he looked neat in a suit. He looked muscular but not as muscular as Mutt. Penelope chided herself for thinking about him again in such a moment where her life was on the line with a stranger.

"Charmed," Andrew said and he dropped Penelope's hand "take a seat Miss Lyons...you must be exhausted after such a long trip" he said and he walked backwards to a vacant chair and pulled it out for Penelope as she sat down with the book still in her possession. Andrew looked down at her blonde hair before he himself moved to sit behind his desk. Leon remained stood up near the fireplace as he leant an arm on the marble top to it and watched on as he poured himself a brandy.

"Now Miss Lyons, I think it is safe to say that we were not expecting you," Andrew clasped his hands together as he rested them on his desk and looked at the girl who was pouting like a child as her eyes remained firmly looking onto her lap. After a few seconds she dared to look up at him and she smirked. She had to play the part if she were to get anywhere near the cup.

"Well I have your map you see," she said as she crossed her legs and fiddled with her poodle skirt. "And I wasn't planning on just giving it to you."

"Oh?" he asked her and he couldn't help but smirk at the American teen's resistance. "And what did your father have to say about that?"

"Why don't you ask Leon?" she spat his name out like it was a bad taste on her lips and the blonde just rolled his eyes and looked at Andrew who had just a simple brow arched as he waited for an explanation as to what had happened.

"The good Dr wouldn't hand over the map and so I had to kill him...Miss Lyons here wouldn't come quietly...she tripped and gained amnesia," Leon grumbled as Andrew turned his raised eyebrow to Penelope;

"Is this so Miss Lyons?" he asked.

"Unfortunately yes...but I managed to find the map...and regain parts of my memory," she said and she managed to hold his eye contact.

"I'm sorry for your loss Miss Lyons...but...do tell me, why are you here?" he asked her and she giggled at him and ran a hand through her hair as Andrew watched her intently. She was drawing him in and that was what she wanted to do.

"I'm not giving you the map my father found and getting nothing in return...that would hardly seem fair," she told him boldly and Andrew chuckled at her braveness and he looked at her;

"Do you have any idea who I am, Miss Lyons?" he asked her and Penelope began to yawn lazily as she shook her head.

"You'll have to forgive me Mr Rushend as I do not...but you have your friend Leon to thank for that I can imagine," she referred to her amnesia as Leon remained scowling to the side.

"Indiana Jones knew what we were after," Leon said and Penelope began to feel her heat beaten at hearing Indiana's name and she instantly began to feel a little warmer. "The Jones boys found her when she first developed amnesia...they knew we were after the map."

"Well this is more fascinating than I previously thought...the Joneses know...do they know you have come here Miss Lyons? Or that you have the map?" Andrew asked and he recalled some tales of Indiana Jones which his father had told him of. He had never encountered Jones before but he said that he was good. And that took a lot of admitting coming from a man like Andrew's father.

"I don't think so. I never told them and they wasn't following us to the airport...I wouldn't worry about them...I was just a house guest," Penelope shrugged off but Leon had to make her life much more difficult as he shook his head and began to walk over to the desk where he set his glass onto the wood with a heavy thud;

"I disagree...Miss Lyons here seems to have developed a crush on the son...he was constantly with her and when I asked her on the plane she seemed to defend him," Leon said and he sat down. Penelope turned her glare onto Leon as she breathed heavily;

"I simply told you to leave the Joneses alone. They are good people who took me in...Mutt isn't involved in this. Like you said, he isn't hungry for power like I am," Penelope spoke and Andrew smiled at hearing her say these words.

"What an odd name Mutt is," he mused and Penelope shrugged.

"I wouldn't know. He was just the professor's son," she lied to him.

"Yes well...and you are sure the Joneses won't be bothering us?" he made sure with her as she shook her head defiantly.

"I am sure. They don't have the map to the fountain...all they know is that it is in Italy, Rome somewhere," Penelope told him honestly and that seemed to be enough for Andrew who looked at Leon.

"I thank you for your services my friend but I think me and Miss Lyons shall be okay from here," he dismissed him politely. Before Leon could mutter or splutter another word he was silenced with a look from Andrew and so began to take his leave with heavy footsteps as Penelope looked back at Andrew.

"Now Miss Lyons...what do you want from this?" he asked her as he leaned back in his chair and Penelope smiled.

"I want to drink from the fountain...I want power as much as you do," she fibbed again and Andrew couldn't help but laugh at her as he shook his head. Penelope raised a brow at him as she waited for an explanation to his antics as he slowed down laughing.

"Excuse me Miss Lyons...but you're a nineteen year old girl..." he wiped a tear away.

"Are you implying I am weaker than men? Because I will have you know that I managed to get away from the ones you sent quite easily that night...also I managed to escape the Joneses watchful eye so do not doubt me and regard me as weak," Penelope said although that was exactly how she felt at that moment in time as she sat in the office of a foreign house in a foreign country.

"I don't know what to say Miss Lyons..." he said and this time he managed to pull a straight face as Penelope uncrossed her legs.

"You say yes...because I am the one providing the map to the fountain. We both have an important part to play in this, wouldn't you say?" Penelope made him answer the question and he did so with a nod;

"I would say you are correct Miss Lyons...it's a shame your father couldn't be here to have done the same," he shook his head. He had read some of Dr Lyons books and he did find them truly fascinating in what the man had found. He knew about his life in depth. And that also meant he knew quite about the only living Lyons.

"Well...Leon saw to that," Penelope spoke bitterly.

"Yes...anyway Miss Lyons...before I make you a promise I would like to see the map," Andrew said but Penelope shook her head;

"Not before I see the cup," she replied. If she knew where it was then that could make it easier to find for when she needed to go and get it.

"You're forgetting this is my house Miss Lyons...luckily for you my brother is in Rome and not here...he would not take to kindly at being told what to do," Andrew explained the reason for his younger brother's absence as Penelope stood up and walked hastily over to the fireplace with the book in her hands and hanging over the flames as Andrew stood up with his palms resting on the surface on the wood.

"You wouldn't," he said and she grinned and raised a brow at him;

"Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do," she snapped back at him as he just continued to smile back at her and she crossed her ankles and looked at him;

"Now, where is the cup?" she asked.

"The map," he demanded and began to walk over to her. Once he was centimetres apart he looked onto her face which the flames shadows were flickering over as he remained staring into her eyes as his hand slowly caressed her cheek;

"Stop this Miss Lyons. You destroy that book then I destroy you. Do you understand me?" he asked her and Penelope sighed loudly as she swatted his hand off from her as she removed her hand from the fireplace and began to open the book as she stepped back from Andrew and searched for the yellow page, when she found it she didn't hand it over to him but instead she held it in her hands and showed it to him as he placed a finger on the page where he saw a cross on the map as he continued to look at it in awe.

"I don't believe it...really...me and my brother have been searching for this for ages," he said and Penelope snapped the book shut and held it back to her. Andrew had to move his hand quickly so that it didn't get caught in the snapping pages as Penelope walked back to the desk and perched herself on the edge of it and grasped her wrist in her other hand as she looked back at him.

"You've seen the map. Now the cup," she demanded from him and he chuckled but he walked to her as he extended his arm, indicating she should take it. She did so and his touch was enough to make her feel ill at what she was doing. She wanted Mutt. His touch was the only one which comforted her and she allowed.

"Now Miss Lyons...you should count yourself lucky that I am showing you this...the cup is guarded by my own personal men all the time...it is kept hidden and it top secret information...but I can foresee you being no problem," he smirked as he walked with her dangled on his arm. You hope I won't be a problem she thought to herself.

...

"I know it's them," Mutt muttered when he saw the American's sat in a car on the side of a road as his father and mother walked quickly along to hail a cab as soon as they saw one free. They knew it was the Americans and so the plan was to get out of sight as quickly as possible. But with Mutt lagging behind that was difficult at that moment in time.

"Junior...get in," Indiana commanded his son who slid into the back seat next to his mother before his father gave instructions for the cab driver to just travel around the streets and make sure they lost the Americans. Back in America they had managed to find a man who worked on security who had told them that Penelope had passed through in a hush with a blonde man holding onto her tightly as to make sure she didn't go anywhere. He had also said he thought it was odd because she had no cases but only clutched one single book to her side. That was enough for the Joneses.

"Shouldn't we be going to get her?" Mutt asked but he received no reply. His dad was mainly interested in making sure the Rushends didn't find the fountain. Mutt, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less about it. He had been on edge ever since they had been on the plane and knew she was in England. He couldn't sit still and every half an hour he was making an excuse up to go and use the bathroom just so that he could move and not fidget. His bruises ached occasionally and when he had joked about scaring the Rushends off with his black eye his mother had shrieked in horror that he was to do no such thing. Mutt just laughed the woman off with a slight chuckle.

"Are they still following us?" Indiana turned around in his seat and then saw the car before groaning and tilting his hat.

"Look. I know this is none of my business...but what exactly are you running from?" the cab driver asked and the Joneses looked at each other.

"You're right," Indiana said. "It's none of your business. Just turn this corner then we will get out," Indiana said and the cab driver just shook his head, not wanting to get into argument with the American. As soon as he stopped the cab the Joneses hurtled out and found themselves straight in the middle of a crowded street.

"What now?" Marion hissed to her husband who just continued walking briskly ahead as he began to hear the noises of pips from cars.

"We blend in," he said and took of his hat and held it in his hands as Marion removed her scarf and jumped a little when she heard the thunder in the sky. Mutt looked up and saw the first drop of rain fall and then he made the mistake of looking behind him. The gang saw Mutt and his defiant leather jacket with extraordinary ease and then they were running.

"Blending time might be over!" Mutt yelled and he ran past his mother and father. They looked back and saw he was right and began to follow their son as people shouted at them for bumping into them and dropping shopping.

"Down here!" Indiana yelled when he saw a side street which was full of market stalls. Each man in the market was yelling at people to buy their fresh fruit and vegetables as the Joneses quickly ignored them and hurtled down another side street which was this time full of houses. Indiana took the lead and jumped over a brick front garden wall as Marion climbed over and Mutt followed. With deep breathing they managed to duck under and they heard American accents shout as they couldn't see where they had gotten to.

"What now?" one asked as Mutt listened carefully.

"We tell them that the Joneses are here...they're after the map...or the girl..." another responded and then voices left. Marion peered her head up and saw their retreating figures before climbing back over the garden wall when the coast was clear.

"Did you hear them? They have Penelope!" Mutt exclaimed and grasped onto his side where his bruises had began to ache.

"And she has the map," Indiana said. "It has to have been in her book."

"So what now? We try and sneak into the Rushends Manor?" Marion asked.

"Looks like it is the only thing we can do."