Chapter two! I won't be able to get out the next chapter until Julie finishes my riddle (Sorry to put you on the spot) So it's really up to her when the next one will be out. But yeah, tell me how you like this one, better/worse than last chapter.
The car pulled out of traffic and onto the sidewalk in front of the empty Louvre. Immediately Riley undid his seatbelt and scrambled out of the car, Ben and Abigail following him, much more calmly however.
"If you think I'm getting back in a moving vehicle with that guy driving-" He hissed, following Ben and Abigail towards the Cour Napoléon.
All three of them stopped quite suddenly at the incredible sight of the looming glass Pyramids.
"Beautiful." Riley breathed, and Abigail and Ben whipped their heads to stare at him. "Not the glass, her." Standing at the base of the largest pyramid was an attractive young woman who seemed to be in her mid twenties. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, creating a light contrast with her camelhair coat.
"Ah! Mademoiselle Facet!" M. Vignes rushed past the Americans and quickly kissed the young woman on both cheeks.
"Is that his girlfriend?" Riley asked incredulously, "Lucky guy."
For a few moments the two French historians spoke quickly and quietly in rapid French. Then M. Vignes nodded his head once and led the younger woman towards the foreigners.
"Bonjour, I am Doctor Elaine Facet. And you must be Abigail Chase." She quickly embraced Abigail and kissed her on both cheeks. "I've heard only good things about you." Her voice had little of the French accent that M. Vignes' held, but enough to know that French was her mother tongue.
"Thank you, I could say the same, Monsieur Vignes wouldn't stop exalting your work."
Elaine blushed and quickly moved onto Ben. "Benjamin Gates, it is wonderful to see you in Paris again!" She said repeating her gesture.
"And this must be the infamous Riley Poole." Elaine kissed both his cheeks as well and took a step back to study him. "My colleagues had spoke of your wit, but left out how very handsome you are." She kissed him again.
"Pardon me, but I must get to a very pressing meeting with the board of directors. I leave you in M. Facet's capable hands." M. Vignes shook Ben's hand, quickly hurried back to the car and sped off into the street.
"Now, you must be wondering exactly why you received such an urgent call from us. I apologize for the early hour, but it really could not wait." She said, briskly walking towards the museum entrance. "As Doctor Vignes has undoubtedly told you, when our restoration team was cleaning some of the artifacts that you donated, we stumbled upon a ring. The interior of the ring, when cleaned of course, had engraved upon it, a riddle. This riddle seems to hint at a treasure hidden by Napoleon."
"So why call us?" Abigail asked, rounding the corner at Elaine's side.
Elaine grinned, "Who better to unravel the mystery of a lost treasure than the original finders?"