A/N: Ohmahgosh! I'm sorry I dropped off the face of the Earth! It's not my fault, though, I swear! The evil unicorns tied me to a boat and sent me out to sea, where I then proceded to fall off the edge :P Kidding, but seriously. I've had unicorns on the brain. I think it's because I wrote a story based off my friends at school, and they're all weird characters, like two of them are unicorn keepers-of-the-peace, one's a cabbage, it's just SUPER messed up, and...wait. LIGHTBULB! I could rewrite it and turn it into a 39 Clues fic! Haha! YES! Review immediately if you would read it! XD
Amy: Absolutely not.
Me: Awwww. But you were gonna be the main character. And purple! Don'tcha wanna be purple?
Amy: ...No.
Well, then. Guess she doesn't wanna be purple. Or shoot rainbow lasers out of her horn.
Amy: Wait, what?
Me: No! It's too late! You've tainted my genius with your lies!
Amy: Um...If you give me lasers out of my eyes, too...
Me: I SHALL POST THE UNICORN STORY. Now, one more favor.
Amy: What?
Me: Help me end this super long author's note and do the disclaimer PWEASE?
Amy: MrsJoshHutcherson112 does not own The 39 Clues series or Skype.
Me: The Sprout Army shall be released within a fortnight!
Amy: What?
Chapter 13: Jonah
"Jonah? Jonah!"
Ian threw his cell phone on the ground. "Damn reception. Do they not have any in Ukraine?"
"Ian, calm down. Don't break your phone," I said. "For now, let's just check into a hotel and hope they have wi-fi so we can Skype him or something."
"And what if they don't? Isabel is going to reach the artifacts before us, and there is nothing we can do about it! We lose. We'll always lose," Ian said.
This caught me a little off guard. What was with the sudden mood swings?
"Look," I said. "This whole 'we already lost' attitude isn't helping at all. As soon as we – "
"Why can't you just accept it?" Ian snapped. "She's too good. If she's already on her way to steal the artifacts, there is no way we can stop her, not even by calling or Skyping Jonah. And if we manage to get a hold of him at all, what are we going to do next? It's over, Amy."
"And if there's still a possibility we can, then I'm not going to give up!" I shouted. We were nose-to-nose now.
"Whoa, whoa, back up," Dan said. He casually stepped in between us and pushed us away from each other. "Why don't we just take a deep breath, huh? That's right, Ian, breathe. Okay, how about we listen to the voice of reason, here."
"Thank-you, Dan," I said.
Dan waggled a finger at me. "I'm not talking about you, sis. Sorry, but this time, it's me."
Ian scoffed.
"We're going to check into a hotel, all right? Then, we can see if it's possible to Skype Jonah. If not, then we can give up, okay?" At our nods, Dan exhaled and chuckled. "Man! Things escalate quickly with you two, don't they?"
"Okay, the hotel has wi-fi," Dan said. He pulled out his computer. "So let's try to contact Jonah."
He pulled up the Skype bubble on his laptop and clicked on Jonah's username. We waited.
Jonah's worried face popped up on the screen. "Erm, guys? Why is Ian's freaky mom watching us through binoculars?"
"What?!" came our three simultaneous replies.
"Yeah, I'll show you," he said. He turned his laptop toward a window, and on the opposite side of the street we saw a black limo parked in front of a café. Inside the back window, we could barely make the outline of a person holding binoculars, seemingly looking straight at us. "See?"
"Jonah, tell us where exactly you hid the artifacts," I said urgently.
Jonah looked sheepish. "I didn't actually hide them…"
"Then where are they?" Ian asked.
"They're with me in my hotel room. We're in Paris right now."
I looked at Ian. It seemed we were both wondering the same thing – how did Isabel get to another country so fast, even with the speedy helicopter?
I shook my head. That answer wasn't important right now. "How long has she been there?"
"Um…about ten minutes," Jonah said. "Wait…she's coming! She just got out of the limo."
My palms started to sweat. "What's she doing?"
"Walking towards the entrance."
"Jonah, you have to get out of there!" Dan shouted.
"There's no where to go, yo. I'm on the fourth floor!"
"Who's with you?" I asked.
As if to answer my question, Hamilton's face appeared on the screen. "Wassup, homies?"
Jonah looked at Hamilton with shock and disgust. "You are not allowed to say that again. Ever."
"Guys!" Dan said. "Concentrate on escaping!"
On screen, a door in the background burst open, and in poured the twelve Ukrainian guards we'd seen earlier. They parted, allowing Isabel Kabra to emerge from the doorway. Jonah slammed his laptop closed, and our Skype call disconnected.
"What do we do now?" Ian asked me.
That's a very good question, I thought.
"Uh…" I was drawing a blank.
"Isn't it obvious?"
We turned to look at Dan.
"We go to Paris and help out our buddies. After all, we've got the fastest ways of travel at our fingertips," Dan said. He smiled. "I've heard rumors that the Madrigals have built an even faster helicopter than the Lucians. Let's see if those rumors are true."
OOOH! :3 Interesting... But I do have another surprise for you all. It's my apology for not posting and letting the unicorns sneak up on me like that... I've written a bonus chapter.
Now, this isn't just an ordinary bonus chapter. Do you remember how I said this entire story would be in Amy's POV? I didn't exactly tell the truth. The next 'chapter' is in Isabel's POV.
*cue the ominous music*
...
*I said cue the ominous music!*
Dun, dun, DUN!
That's better. (In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit insane today. Feel free to review about that, too.)
Reply Time!
Lee's Descendant: I miss that Dan too :'( It's sad, what he's become. But to me, he's still the awesome, ninja-loving eleven-year-old inside :')
Guest: Yeah, but remember, Ian likes it ;) haha
v1isgoingdown: Awwwww, now you've got me curious! At least give me a hint! :D
Sadie A. Cahill: Thanks! ;D Here's more.
Alright, guys (and gals)! I'mma post the bonus chapter now! (I'm not counting it as a new chapter, though. It's just a bonus.) R&R and all that!
~Callie~