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Disclaimer: I don't own national treasure if I did, I would just make another movie.
Chapter 7: What?!
Riley stood staring in awe, at what Ben had just said
"What?! Wait did you just say you didn't have any ideas? That's not right! You always have ideas!"
"Riley, calm down, I just need to think about what to do, we can't just run in there and save her, he'd kill us, and we can't give him the treasure because he'd still kill us, you know what we have to do don't you?"
"No I have no idea"
"We have to change the status quo."
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"Come on Abigail," Ian said, grabbing her arm with one hand, his gun in the other hand. He led her out the back door into the back of a black van. She was shoved in the back and almost landed on top of one of Ian's men. He reminded her of Riley, his eyes looked scared, as if he shouldn't have been there at all, maybe he's being kidnapped too maybe he's not one of Ian's men, she thought.
"Mark, tie her hands, we don't want her to get away." Ian said from the front of the van.
Apparently, not, she thought as the man nervously tied her hands together behind her back
"I swear kid if you touch my ass, I will kick you so hard you wont be able to sit for a week." She said quietly.
"Sorry!" he said quickly, to Abigail it looked like he was freaking out, something that Riley did often, oh quit comparing him to Riley! She scolded herself, she should be thinking of a way to escape, not how much this man reminded her of Riley.
When they got to their destination, Abigail still could not think of a way out so she was dragged out of the van into a hotel.
"Mark take her to the room." Ian ordered Mark.
Mark did as he was told and brought Abigail to a hotel room closed the door untied her then flopped on the couch, and turned on the TV.
"What?!" she said confused
"I know, I hate Hannah Montana too," he said changing the channel
"No I mean you aren't going to interrogate me or anything"
"Oh, I have no clue" He said turning back to the TV. "Technically, I'm not even supposed to be here, I'm supposed to be in the Caribbean enjoying a cruise, but I missed my flight, so now I'm with Ian," he explained, flipping through the TV channels. Abi sat down and watched him.
"You don't trust me do you?" he asked her.
"No."
"I don't want to hurt you,"
"I know you don't, but Ian might."
A silence hung between the two. It stayed that way until Mark decided to talk.
"So, what are you doing in Nassau?'
"I was at port."
"You on a cruise too?"
"No, we rented a private yacht."
"You and your family?"
"Yeah, my husband and Riley."
"Is Riley your son?"
"No!"
"Sorry"
"It's Ok it's just, if he were my son, I would be six years old when he was born,"
"I see,"
"He's more like my annoying little brother."
Mark chuckled he had a brother like that,
"I had an annoying little brother named Andrew," he said
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"What? Riley asked.
"How many times do you have to say that today?"
"Until I understand!"
"We have to make Ian believe we are going to get him the treasure, then find a way to make him leave."
"So that's what that meant!"