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"Do you hear that?" Cleo questioned as the women walked along the second floor.
Jewel listened in to where the queen had pointed to. The sound of rising music fluttered into the room, and to the wooden door. She knew the mix of songs- from Mozart to Sam Smith. She leaned against the door, her ear hearing more than she bargained for. The night guard pulled back sharply at the mix of music. She knew, if they opened the door, the music would be blasting louder than ever and their cover could be blown.
"We just need to lay low," the night guard whispered.
"When we open the door," Cleo leaned closer to the door," We throw ourselves in and look for that tablet."
"On the count of three," Jewel agreed, her hand on the knob," One...two-"
The women whispered the last number, as they dove into the noisy room. For a moment, the music quieted down, as posters and little statues looked to the women. Jewel was amazed by the beautiful room. Records and CDs lined an entire wall, from classical to 80s rap. Devices strung along another wall, able to play whatever music choice people desired. The pictures slowly started to play their music, this time a bit quieter. Cleo walked over to the records.
"In the old homes I have seen," she explained to her friend," there were several shelves that were trapped doors. If I'm correct, one these...records will lead the way to the tablet."
"Oh, I'm afraid not, darling."
Jewel glanced to where the voice came from. Her face immediately lit up at the sight of the poster. Freddie Mercury, with the open yellow jacket and famous style, looked straight at the women. The night guard had never thought, even with the magic of the tablet, that she would meet a musician she adored.
"First I meet my favorite historian," she went on and she walked over," now I meet my favorite musician? Mr. Mercury, it's an honor!"
"You know, he looks a lot like Ahkmenrah," Cleo raised an eyebrow as she made her way over.
"The pharaoh?" Freddie smirked," Well, then he must be handsome."
Jewel studied the old singer, and saw a resemblance to her husband. She could picture Ahk, in a leather suit with a big mustache, strutting on a stage and singing for millions. Perhaps he had the exact same style as Freddie. Although her husband did not listen much to Queen, that would change when this whole mission was over.
"The tablet's even bringing posters to life," the queen watched with fascinated intensity.
"You mean the one that Dr. Gizmo and those cousins won't shut up about?" he questioned.
Jewel and Cleo were shocked that the singer knew who they were talking about. Curiosity filled them as they nodded, hearing the man laugh.
"That poor man," the singer sighed," he's being controlled by those Buxton people. They put a spell on him so he could take the tablet. They're using him like a puppet- but I'm afraid all I have to do is keep myself alive!"
"Do you know what they're going to use the tablet for?" Jewel asked, appreciating the joke the singer had brought up.
"Bad magic," he admitted, setting his microphone at his feet," that crazy witch claims that so many have wronged her. That they don't know what good the power of voodoo can do for them. She is so convinced that she does no wrong when it comes to the magic of the tablet, and her own spells. They both want to avenge their ancestors- so they have the historian do their bidding for them."
The two knew the trouble they were in for. They had seen it in Berlin, in Cairo and now in their own town. They had horrible fears for the worst, and knew they had to act fast. But where could they find the Buxtons and Rutherford?
"Hang on a second," Cleo questioned, one queen to another," How do you know all of this?"
"Well his study is just next door."
Jewel thanked the musician with pure happiness, hoping to meet the man some other day. He waved to them, picked up the microphone and sang on. As the women left, the men from downstairs (and the new painting) came upstairs, while the (now four) came from below.
"We got all of the information we need," Larry explained," and we've brought a friend. Guys, the thirty second president of the United States- Franklin D Roosevelt."
"Franklin is just fine," he nodded.
"I brought a friend too," Octavius looked to the girl," This is Bristol- she's the daughter of Dr. Gizmo."
Cleo glanced at the girl that stood beside her son. A motherly feeling came to her heart, but she remained silent. The girls revealed the what the singer had told to them, while Bristol approached the study door. She listened for her father, and recognized (not only his voice) but that of a stranger.
"When is she gonna be back?" Rutherford asked the other man, impatience seeping in his tone.
"She takes a long time to get anything ready, trust me," the other man replied," By the time she gets back, we'll have less than enough time to start the magic."
Bristol nodded for the group to crowd by the door. The groups gathered by the door, to listen just a bit more.
"-We are gonna get there before sunrise, you should not have to worry," the voice of Thames (assumed by those that heard the historian's voice) came through.
"And we'll be the rulers of the world," Dr. Gizmo replied.
The group decided, after hearing his final word, they had to act fast. Larry quickly pushed the door down, much to the shock of the two men. The group peered into the room, searching for the gold that they came for. They slowly looked to each other, and the warlock smiled.
"Evening, officer!" all he had to say, the tablet behind his back.