Good evening my lovely readers and potential reviewers/favoriters! I told you I would get this out on Tuesday (11:43pm, but still Tuesday!) I want to apologize about this chapter-it may seem a bit rushed and boring because it's just Vicky and Larry trying to get into the archives. I promise that starting in chapter five, the truly awesome adventure begins for our little heroine. So I hope you all stay with me and I promise it'll be awesome.

And thank you to my two lovely loyal reviewers: TTCyclone and pinkxjellybean. You both are awesome. =D And to my latest favoriter, Guggi, thank you so much!

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A little saddening for the both of them that morning had come early, but they both had a mission to complete and they only had this night to be able to do it. So they both woke to a sunny morning where the sun showered it's rays into the room. But what was a little odd about that morning was that Victoria couldn't move from her spot. For a moment, she only assumed it was because she still had no energy at all from the night's constant movement, until she felt something move against her stomach. She furrowed her brows together and tried to glance over her shoulder.

Obviously, it could have been no other than Larry, since he was the only other person in the room. She bit her lower lip, finding it a bit awkward. "Larry." She spoke, trying to remove his arm from her waist. He only wrinkled his nose in the process, as well as a weak groan sound. "Larry." She tried again, adding a bit more force to the prying of his arm "Larry, wake up." She spoke, then tried rolling around in some sort of attempt of loosening his grip at least.

After at least five minutes of twists and turns, the night guard finally moved his arm and turned over on the other side. She sighed softly to herself; she assumed that the placement of his arm was nothing intentional and quickly forgot about it.

She lifted herself from the pillow and merely just sat there for a moment, choosing to rub her left eye for a second then dropped her hand back down by her side. She yawned for a moment as she glanced around for some sort of clock and noticed one on her nightstand beside her side of the bed. She placed her hand on her face, rubbing it lightly like she was trying to get the sleep from her appearance. It was still plenty early and she didn't think Larry was one to be an early riser.

So she pulled herself from the bed, put her pants back on, and refastened her shirt. He made herself look presentable by brushing her hair and making use of whatever make-up she had forgotten to take off last night. She glanced back towards Larry without making a sound, noticing that he had rolled over to the other side once more. She smiled weakly to herself—though in a way, she almost felt like some sort of one-night-stand, but knew that was completely false.

Sitting down at the deck, Victoria pulled over the little notepad and pen and scribbled a little note—"Gone to get coffee. Call if you need anything."

With that finished, she dropped the pen done and left the room, carefully closing the door so she would not wake the sleeper. After heading down an elevator, she quickly consulted the front deck about a location of the nearest coffee shop—which they explained would be on the corner of the next street over. She nodded with a sweet smile, "Thank you." She simply left the hotel with hopes of finding the nearby café.

Taking her first step out of the hotel, she quickly noted the hot weather. She was definitely used to staying inside of the air-conditioned museums and apartments, she quickly cursed herself for wearing pants. But she continued to walk down the sidewalk, and soon enough found the small café. She went inside and waited on the short line to be able to order her drink.

'Ding ding!' A soft noise came from her pocket, a vibration followed behind shortly after. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and but of course, it was a text from her roommate, Larry. She read it carefully then it was finally her turn to order. So she ordered her small, black, coffee and Larry's drink as well, then paid like a civil American would. After waiting for a few minutes, the order was finally ready and took the drinks back to the hotel.

Heading back up to the room, she kicked the door lightly trying to get Larry to open the door. He soon came to the door with a sleepy look on his face. "Well, good morning sleeping beauty." She teased as she walked through the door; he merely rubbed his eyes and responded with a soft 'hmph.' "I got what you wanted." She placed the cup on the little desk and he picked it up.

"You're a morning person, aren't you?" He spoke groggily, taking a sip of his drink. She merely walked over to the mirror and fixed her hair, she shook her head in response.

"No, I just had my 'wake-up' coffee." He merely nodded.

"We've got a lot to do today, don't we?"

Victoria merely laughed and looked over towards him, "You know it."

The rest of the morning went by relatively quickly, they both finished getting ready and went down to the café once more to have breakfast, where Larry tried once more to apologize and she finally actually accepted the apology. They caught up with each other, which took a bit of time, and finally left the café around noon.

"Maybe we should walk, to save money." Larry suggested as Victoria went to hail down a cab. She thought about it and agreed. It was a good idea, for at least one block, until they both started to complain about the heat—Larry hailed the cab and it was off to the Great Mall.

Once finally in front of one of the museums, she quickly recognized it as the Air and Space museum, they both got out of the cab. Victoria glanced over to her companion, starting a fast paced walk along side of Larry, "So, do you have a plan now?"

Larry paused to think for a moment, "Right now?" She nodded, "No. We just need to get into the archives first." Victoria just nodded as they quickly made their way into the museum.

It was a lot bigger than she remembered. She glanced over to Larry and even he seemed to be in some sort of amazement. He stared up at all of the airplane artifacts, the retired fighter jets, and at the rockets ships placed around the area.

"This is really cool." He mumbled under his breath and she chuckled softly at him. "Alright, lets do this." With that said, Larry went into full mission mode and Victoria quickly followed behind as he searched off from some simple museum worker or tour guide, and he came upon one on the second level. She had just been starting her little tour as both Larry and Victoria neared her—Larry moved up a little closer when Victoria stayed a bit in the back.

"Welcome to the biggest museum in the world." The woman smiled sweetly, "I know right it's a trip." She made a motion over her shoulder with her thumb, "How about these planes dangling from the ceiling, huh? Pretty weird." She was beginning to sound a little bit nervous, but Victoria found no reason to really blame her; hundreds, if not thousands, visited this place daily.

Larry then spoke up, "Hi, excuse me." He began, "Can you tell me how to get to the federal archives?" Victoria brought her hand up to her face and sighed,

"Way to be subtle, Larry." She mumbled to herself.

The girl nodded, "Of course," Victoria perked up a brow and peeked between her index finger and middle finger towards the woman—was she serious? "Just be a historical document worthy of storing for all eternity." If she could, Victoria would have palmed her face yet again, but she merely dropped her brows and thinned out her lips in some sort of annoyance. The woman just laughed, "I'm kidding, he's not a document." She smiled yet again. The crowd seemed to like her little joke and some of the people actually laughed. The woman turned back to Larry and tilted her head slightly, "I'm sorry, sir, the archives are underground and they're a secure area." She nodded, in all seriousness.

"Really." This seemed to intrigue both him and Victoria, just by the way he replied. "Like, totally secure, okay. Thank you." Then walked away, pulling Victoria along with him.

"Well, what now?" She questioned, as they began walking all around the museum.

"We find a door that isn't being guarded."

"You say that like it's the easiest thing in the world." She spoke, noticing a guard standing at almost every entrance into the back building.

"Stop worrying so much, you'll make us look suspicious." Larry told her, appearing totally calm about everything going on around him.

"Like you weren't suspicious at all back there." She quickly replied. Larry merely laughed as they continued to walk around the museum—he would take note of everything, including various planes like the Wright flyer, Einstein bobble heads, and the random security guards that would walk by. They continued to walk, then Larry suddenly stopped and looked up. "What's up?" She looked up and spied the little space monkey.

"Did they already use Dexter for something?" Larry questioned softly, a curious look on his face.

Victoria slowly shook her head, "In one day? I highly doubt it." She answered, examining little Able. "Plus, Dexter didn't have the blonde hair in the middle of his head." She pointed out. Larry nodded and continued along.

After a little while longer of searching, Larry checked his watch and looked over towards Victoria, "I don't think we're going to have any luck in here. Let's go to another museum." He told her, walking out the doors of the museum. Victoria quickly followed behind.

Next was over to the art museum, which Victoria would stall every now and then, and Larry would have to pull her along just to keep time—but it was to no avail. There were still no doors that had been unguarded. Suddenly, a voice boomed on the loud speaker,

"Ladies and gentlemen, the museum will be closing in one hour."

Victoria turned to Larry, almost in some sort of disbelief, "Already?" She squeaked. He sighed and just continued on his way, determined to find somewhere,

"We have to hurry then." Larry mumbled to her under his breath while he continued to busy himself, and look unsuspicious. After a little while longer of searching, it was obvious that Larry was becoming rather impatient.

"Larry, you have to calm down a little bit." She spoke up, as they left the art museum and darted across the Mall towards the Smithsonian Castle. "It's a federal museum—there's bound to be security guards at every door."

"There has to be one." And but of course, as they walked into the Castle, there was a door, completely unblocked and there was almost virtually no one around. A tiny smile came upon his lips until he noticed the little I.D. scanner. Though a part of Victoria didn't really expect it, since Larry didn't seem to be all too happy, he kept his cool and just continued down the hall. While he continued to walk down the hall, Victoria slowed down to look at the exhibits—pictures of Al Capone along the wall. She scrunch her nose slightly, just the way he looked in his cut out made him come off as some sort of an ass. So she continued along anyway, admiring the exhibits until Larry called her over.

"Vick—it's Ahk's brother." He spoke over his shoulder and she walked over to his side as he examined the massive gate a bit closer. He must have accidently touched the pole since a soft click could be heard against the floor—and suddenly, a security guard came from the shadows when Victoria was a mere few feet from him.

"Hey!" A voice echoed, making Victoria stop in her steps and Larry turn around quickly; he hummed softly as if to question what was wrong. "What are you doing?" Larry motioned towards the gate, going to speak until the guard spoke up again, "No touching."

"No no no," Larry mushed his words together, "I wasn't going to touch it."

"You were moving in with some 'I.T.T.' bro'."

Larry certainly looked a bit confused, "I.T.T.?" Victoria just backed up a little, as if trying to look like she wasn't associated with Larry at all. If he was going to be thrown out, she wasn't about to follow in his steps—it would be up to her to save her friends. She silently hoped that he wouldn't get into too much trouble.

"Intent to touch, homey." The guard moved in front of Larry, he tried to make himself look a bit intimidating, but it wasn't really working all too much.

"No, I wasn't going to tou-."

"What? Were you going to kiss it?" Victoria furrowed her brows together—this guard was definitely a bit strange, or a newbie who took his job way over the top plus more.

"Aright, sorry." Larry looked around, glancing once over towards Victoria.

"Put your hand on it and touch it." The guard motioned towards the gate with his hand, "Because I stand there and wait all day just for a little girl like you to come in and put her precious, nail-polished nails all over the exhibits."

"You know, I'm sorry, but last time I check, I thought we lived in a free country so." Larry replied. Victoria crossed her arms over her chest, was Larry actually going to argue with a security guard? She sniffled her nose, knowing that this would be a bit interesting to watch.

"No, we don't."

"Oh?"

"It's the United States of 'Don't touch that thing right in front of you.'" He motioned over towards the gate again.

"I just wanna-. I'm allowed to look at it here."

"Just see what happens when you touch it!" He sounded a bit threatening now, Larry caught on to this.

"Oh, so now you're threatening me? You threatening me… Brandon?" Larry looked down towards his name tag.

"It's Brundon." The guard sounded a little bit soft-spoken.

Larry pushed his brows together, "Excuse me?"

"Brundon!"

"Brundon." Larry sounded a bit surprised at this and the guard just rolled his eyes before arching his brows up,

"Bah-run-don." The guard sounded it out.

"Brundon. What, did they run out of 'u's at your name plate maker?"

"I don't know. Did they run out of jokes at the interesting joke store you shop at?" The guard quickly retorted.

"Look sorry, it just looks like Brandon."

"I'm not here to be your speech therapist—it's Brundon!" He raised his voice a little, obviously a bit annoyed at Larry.

"Brundon, okay."

"You've never heard the name before?"

"Brundon? No." He shook his head.

"Look up most popular baby names of 1984. Brundon." Victoria was just getting bored now and turned on her heel and walked back towards the Al Capone exhibits. She continued to look over the exhibits until she heard the security guard call out. "Okay, that's actually crazy! Did you make yourself in a position where I can end your life earlier than you were expecting?" She looked out to see the guard storming over to him. Victoria perked her brow up as he pushed his flashlight on Larry's chest. "I'm going to hit you with the flashlight." Victoria slowly turned towards them and took small steps in his direction.

"Oh, so now you are threatening me." Larry replied, like he resisting the urge to smirk completely.

"Don't touch it!" Brundon waved around his flashlight before pressing it against Larry's chest.

"Don't touch me!" Larry told him. This banter continued a little while longer between the two of them—Victoria only sighed, placing her palm against her cheek, Larry was acting like some five year old.

"I will hit you with my flashlight all day." Brundon spoke, Larry went to speak but the guard quickly continued, "I will literally rent a camper and we will drive across America with my flashlight on your chest." He tapped the tool against Larry's chest again.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't do that."

"Want to see what happens when I do it one more time?"

"Let's see what happens." Victoria dropped her hand from her cheek, Larry's voice sounded a bit too sneaky, like he had some sort of a plan about to unfold.

"Lets watch you do nothing when I do this." Then suddenly out of no where as the flashlight grazed Larry's jacket, the former guard pulled some sort of ninja like move and maneuvered the flashlight over and around Brundon's head—which certainly surprised both Victoria and Brundon.

"Where the Hell did he learn to do that?" Victoria mumbled to herself—watching as Larry whispered things to Brundon, though she couldn't really hear very much of what he was telling him and suddenly, Brundon let go of the flashlight and the batteries fell to the floor and the flashlight just seemed to float in Larry's hands as he did a few tricks with it before slapping it back into Brundon's hand.

"We cool?"

The guard seemed a little reluctant but finally nodded, "That was actually pretty cool what you just did."

"Thank you." Then Victoria found it a little odd that they did some sort of hug since Larry was not always the hugging kind of person. "No hard feelings. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." The guard mumbled.

"Nah, it was my fault, I shouldn't have touched."

"It takes two opposing forces to cause friction." Brundon made a small motion with his hands and Larry began to walk back towards Victoria, looking back over,

"You were just doing your job man." Finally reaching Victoria's side, "Take it easy, man."

"Wha-. Oh, yeah!" The guard began walking a little bit, mumbling to himself as both Larry and Victoria began in the direction that they came from.

"Are you crazy?" Victoria barked at him in a harsh whisper, "You could have gotten into serious trouble." She smacked his arm, but then suddenly, Larry pulled the I.D. from under his sleeve and just smirked towards Victoria. She paused as a tiny smirk of her own grew on her lips, "Oh, you're good."

Larry swiped the card through the scanner and they quickly went through the door. They were finally in.