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She was giving them a look. The look. The one that even Ben couldn't receive without completely explaining himself. Really, they were very lucky that Abigail was supposed to stay in bed. Lexy was in the corner, pretending to be completely engrossed in a book, while Sabrina Riley and Ben were faltering under Abigail's gaze.

"Why did you never tell us about this before Riley?" she demanded. "Do you have any idea how important-"

Riley did just about the most dangerous thing he could. He interrupted her. "Yeah, well, it never really came up in conversation did it? And oh yeah, I was certainly going to bring it up 'Hey guys, just so you know, Hitler and the German rocket scientists conspired together to create something more powerful than the atom bomb and we would've lost the war if my great grandfather didn't steal the plans. By the way there's another lost to the ages treasure involved to in case you're interested.' Come on Abigail, you probably would've murdered me on the spot for bringing up another treasure." Riley pointed out. "Of course, you wouldn't have murdered Ben though," He added cheekily. Abigail continued to glare at him. "Besides, it's not entirely my fault. If you guys had read my book, then you would know it existed, I didn't mention the bomb in there," he responded to everyone's horrified looks. "But I, uh did mention the treasure," he said uncomfortably.

"So why are you telling me now?" Riley looked at Ben, who looked equally confused, and realized that in their rush to inform Ben and Abigail, they hadn't said specifically who was after the book.

"You don't know who's after it do you," Lexy spoke up. Ben and Abigail looked at her. "Ian," she said. "Ian Howe is after the diary."

Ben groaned and Abigail's eyes widened. "There's only one problem," said Sabrina. "Ian was checked on the day after he attempted to kidnap Lexy and he was still in prison."

"He tried to what?" asked Ben distractedly, looking from his child to Lexy.

"We are so dead," murmured the teenager.

"So where is the diary?" asked Abigail.

"That's the problem, it's hidden by a series of clues," explained Riley.

"Not again," groaned Sabrina.

Ben looked up. "Clues. Great. Wonderful. I'll be right on it," he said without conviction, and collapsed into a chair next to Lexy's.

--

"Well? Do you have it?"

"No."

"Do you have the girl, then?" the man leaned forward in his chair. He was about sixty or so, but he looked ten years younger. He had his full head dark brown hair and hazel eyes that flashed when he was angry. He didn't have a beard, but he had a small moustache. The man's name was Eric Frieder, both of which meaning 'ruler' which was extremely accurate. He had an air of power about him, inherited from his father. The father who's surname he did not use in order to avoid questions.

Ian shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Not exactly."

"What happened?"

"I'd rather not say…"

Eric shook his head. "A technicality. We must continue with plan B. And you will not fail me this time. Remember if it wasn't for me you would still be in prison, and your worthless brother would be on the outside. Do you want that to happen again?" Ian shook his head furiously. "Good. You may go." Ian got up and left. He had a plan to set up.

--

Washington D.C, One week later

Lexy threw her suitcase in the back of the van and climbed in herself. She waved out the window to Riley as they pulled away. "Thanks for letting me stay the weekend at Riley's again," she said. Her mom smiled.

"It gives us peace and quiet," she said. Her dad nodded. They drove in silence for a while, except for the radio. Lexy looked out the window.

"Huh, that's funny, it doesn't look like that car has a driver," she pointed out a black SUV that was indeed, driverless. Without warning, it came speeding towards their car from the side and slammed into the front. The last thing Lexy remembered was something hitting her head, and seeing the silhouette of a man through the window, and then she blacked out.

--

At the same time, Ian was waiting outside Riley's house. He knocked on the door, and Riley opened it, looking down at some fiction novel.

"Here's you book Lexy, I-" He looked up slowly. "Ian?"

"Did you miss me Riley?"

"No, I can't say I did," he said, backing up.

Ian slammed the door behind him. "Give me the book Riley."

"I don't have it."

"Where is it?" Ian growled.

Riley shrugged. "Hidden."

"Stop playing games with me, Riley. Hand it over, now." He raised a gun.

"I don't have it," said Riley angrily. "And even if I did I wouldn't give it to you." Why do they always have guns?!, he thought.

"Then you're really of no further use to me are you?" Ian pulled the trigger, the shot rang out through the house. Ian looked down at Riley on the floor, who moaned in pain. He stepped away from the blood puddle surrounding the young treasure hunter. What have I done?, he thought. Ian turned and ran then. There was nothing else he could do.

AN: Erm... please please don't kill me. Please? Without an author there's no story, remember? Will everyone's favorite character and his family survive? well, you have to review to find out now don't you?