Chapter 4 & 5 were hard to publish because of some internet difficulties. Sorry.
Chapter 4
Ian and I were looking through an address book at my house. I needed to know what the Overtakers were planning. I had seen a poster of one of the older DHIs, before they were discontinued.
"Found him!" Ian cheered. "Finn Whitman. His new address is 143 Water Street, Tampa."
"How do we get to Tampa?" I asked.
"I could ask my dad." I suggested. "Or we could walk."
"Cool." Ian said. "Let's go ask."
I rushed downstairs and grabbed my dad's car keys. I went into his laundry room where he was folding clothes. He stopped mid-fold and looked at me.
"Something wrong?" Dad asked me.
"Can you drive us to Tampa?"
"Tampa? What on earth are you going to do there?" Dad asked.
I was silent for a minute. I turned to Ian for advice. He shrugged. "We need to meet a friend there at 143 Water Street." I said. "It's kind of important."
"Get in the car."
We arrived at an enormous house in the outskirts of Tampa. Finn Whitman was hopefully here right now. I just didn't know if Mrs. Whitman would let us inside.
Ian rang the doorbell. I could hear a melodic chime from the inside. Mrs. Whitman opened the door. She seemed a tad tense.
"Hello." Mrs. Whitman greeted. "Can I help you?"
"We're old friends of Finn." I said.
Mrs. Whitman led us into a large hallway. Everything was the shade of cream. There was a staircase that went up to the bedrooms. The living room was to our right. It was colored pale blue and cream.
"Finn is upstairs." Mrs. Whitman told us. "Remember to knock."
We swiftly walked up the carpeted stairs. My heart thumped loudly. I was worried about meeting Finn. He was more experienced in being a DHI than we were.
Ian knocked on Finn's bedroom door.
"Come in!" Finn called out.
When we opened the door we found a twin bed, millions of posters, and other junk lying on the floor. Finn stared as we walked inside.
"Who are you?" Finn asked.
"Sorry." I apologized. "We don't mean to disturb you. I'm… I mean, we're the 2nd generation of DHIs. I'm Violet."
"Hi. My name's Ian." Ian said.
Finn got off his bed and came over to us. "Why are you here? Did something go wrong?"
"If you mean anything besides the Overtakers practically having total control of Disney World then nothing is wrong." I said. "But that's not why we're here."
"Do you know anything about what the Overtakers might be planning?" Ian asked.
"I might have a faint idea of what's going on." Finn said as he sat on his bed. "When I was at Disney World the last night," He began. "I saw something scratched onto a tree trunk. Then I saw something engraved on the side of one of the buildings on Main Street. I've been trying to crack it, but all I got is rotten luck."
Finn handed us a piece of paper. It had something scribbled onto it.
الثقة لا أحد
"What language is this?" Ian asked.
"Arabic." Finn answered. "I decoded it earlier, but I think it wasn't really meant for me."
"What is it?" I shook Finn's shoulders.
"Trust no one." Finn said.
"Trust no one?" I looked at Ian then back at Finn. "Then who can I trust?"
"Just don't rely on anyone." Finn said. "If you count on someone too much, you might regret it."
"At least I can trust you, Ian." I whisper in Ian's ear. He nods.
"Well," Ian said. "This was a complete waste of a clue."
"Wait!" I shouted when all hope in Ian was nearly gone. I turn to Finn. "Arabic?"
"That's right." Finn seemed to be following so far.
"What if the message isn't the clue?" I said. Ian was lost. "Maybe it's referring to an attraction."
"What's referring to an attraction exactly?" Ian asked.
"The language!" I said excitedly. "What Disney attraction is based in Arabia?"
"Aladdin!" Finn beams.
"The flying carpets perhaps?" Ian said.
"It could be." I said. I looked at the Mickey Mouse clock. It was near time to cross over to Disney World.
"We got to go." Ian said.
"Thanks for the clue!" I yell to Finn as Ian drags away.
"Good luck!" Finn yelled back.
We thanked Finn's mom and headed for the car.
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