We walked out of the FBI building. So far everyone that we talked to would not believe that someone was going to steal the Declaration of Independence. "Is it really so hard to believe someone's going to steal the Declaration of Independence?" Riley asked.

"The FBI gets 10,000 tips a week. They aren't going to worry about something that they are sure is safe." Ben pointed out. We started walking to the National Archives.

"But anyone that can do anything is going to think we're crazy. And anyone crazy enough to believe us isn't going to want to help," Riley replied.

"We don't need someone crazy. We are one step short of crazy and what do you get?" Ben asked. I thought for a minute.

"Obsessed?" Riley guessed first. Ben shook his head looking at me. I thought for a second more, before answering.

"Passionate?" I guessed hopefully. Ben smiled and nodded.

"I could've guessed that." Riley muttered as we walked into the National Archives building.

We were sitting down waiting for Dr. Chase to talk to us. Ben had picked up a brochure for the National Archives Gala. Riley was looking out the window, and I was just looking a round at everything in the room.

Dr. Chase's secretary came up to Ben. "Dr. Chase will see you now, Mr. Brown." Ben stood up and Riley and I followed him.

"Thank you." Ben told the secretary. She nodded and walked away. Riley looked at Ben confused.

"Mr. Brown?" He asked.

Ben nodded. "My family name doesn't get a lot of respect in the academic community." He whispered.

"So you're being kept down by the man." Riley said. We walked in the office to see a blonde woman behind the desk, on the phone. "A very cute man." He added. I shook my head and hit Riley upside the head. He yelped and glared at me, rubbing his head. I smiled at him, giving him a warning glance.

"Thank you," The women said into the phone, and disconnected the call. She then stood up, walking around the desk to introduce herself. "Good Afternoon."
"Hi," Riley greeted.

"Abigail Chase,"

Ben shook her hand. "Paul Brown."

"Amy Owens." I shook her hand, smiling. She smiled back.

"Bill," Riley said quickly. Abigail shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you… Bill." She said unsurely. She turned and sat behind her desk. "How may I help you?" She asked. I sat down next to Riley, while Ben stood behind my chair, looking around.

"Your accent? Pennsylvania Dutch?" Ben asked. I looked at Riley who shrugged.

"Saxony-German." Abigail corrected.

"So you're not American?" Riley asked, looking interested. I glared at him, stomping on his foot. He glared back, Abigail watching us with a strange look on her face.

"I am American, I just wasn't born here." She told us. She turned to Ben, who was looking some coins that Abigail had sitting above the fireplace. "Oh, please don't touch that."

Ben took his hands away. "Sorry, neat collection. George Washington's campaign buttons. You're missing the 1789 inaugural though. I found on once."

"That's very fortunate for you. Now, you told my assistant that this was an urgent matter."

"Ah, yes ma'am. Well, I'm going to get straight to the point. Someone is going to steal the Declaration of Independence." Ben stood behind my chair, his hands on the back of it.

"It's true," Riley said. Abigail looked at me, for something other then what the men had said.

"Uh, Bill and Paul are right. Someone is going to try to steal it." I nodded.

"I think I better put you in touch with the FBI…"

"We've been to the FBI." Ben told Abigail. Riley and I nodded.

"And…"

"And they assured us that the declaration could not possibly be stolen." Riley said.

Abigail nodded. "They're right."

Ben patted my shoulder. "My friends and I are less certain. However if we were given the privilege of examining the document, we would be able to tell you for sure if it were in any danger."

"Well, what do you think you are going to find?" Abigail inquired. She looked between Riley, Ben, and I.

"We believe that there is an encryption on the back."

"An encryption of what?"

"Um, a cartograph." Ben looked nervous.

Abigail looked confused. "A map?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"A map of what?"

"The location of…" Ben pauses to clear his throat, looking nervous. "of items of historic and intrinsic value."

Abigail raises an eyebrow. "A treasure map?"

Riley sighs. "That's where we lost the FBI." I shake my head. He looks at me and I mouth 'Shut up' to him. He sticks his tongue out at me. I stick mine out in return and turn to look and Abigail.

"You're treasure hunters aren't you?" She looks back and for the between us.

"We're more like treasure protectors." Ben said.

"Mr. Brown, I have personally seen the back of the Declaration of Independence, and I promise you the only thing there is a notation that reads 'original Declaration of Independence dated…"

"July 4th 1776. Yes ma'am." Ben finished.

"But no map." Abigail made a gesture saying 'you've got nothing.' Ben looked at Riley who shook his head, telling Ben not to say it. Ben looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. Ben still stood in silence for a moment.

I sighed. "We believe the map is invisible." I told Abigail. Her eyebrows rose higher.

"Oh, really?" She looked at us like we have gone nuts.

Riley slouched in his seat, rubbing his head. "And that's where we lost the Department of Homeland Security."

"Dr. Chase, why would we make something like this up?" I asked her.

"What led you to assume that there is this invisible map?"

Ben spoke up this time. "We found an engraving on the stem of a 200 year pipe."

"Owned by free masons." Riley added.

"May I see the pipe?" Abigail inquired.

Riley looked at me. "We don't have it." I glared at the floor, remembering that Ian had it.

"Did Big Foot take it?" Abigail asked. I glared at the floor more. I was about to blow our cover.

Ben sensing this quickly decided to leave. "Well, it was nice meeting you." He told Abigail.

"It was nice meeting you, too."

"You know, that really is a nice collection. Must have taken you a long time to hunt down all that history." Ben told her. I stood up, waving at her. I quickly left the room, Riley and Ben following me.