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Chapter 8: Darn you books!
"What bell is this?" Riley asked once we were up the stairs and literally in the bell. "This is the Centennial bell." Ben replied. "It replaced the Liberty Bell in 1876." Spouted out the fact. I sometimes did that. Riley arched an eyebrow and I shrugged. "So if it's 3:22 P.M. now, it was 2:22 in 1776." I said. "There! I'll go get the clue, meet me in the signing room." He said. "3:22, my idea." Riley muttered before I dragged him down the steps. When Ben came back in the signing room we took a look at what he (as Riley put it) "scored". "Early American X-ray specs?" Riley asked. I sent him a smirk. "Benjamin Franklin invented something like these." Abigail pointed out. "Uh…I think he invented these." Ben stated. "Alright." I noted. We unwrapped the declaration carefully. "Wow." I whispered. "What?" Riley asked intrigued. "It's just…the last time this was here…it was getting signed." I said. Riley sighed. "Rose, there's another tour group coming." He said exasperated. I nodded. Ben looked through the glasses and raised his eyebrows. "What does it say?" I asked. "Heere at the wall. Heere spelled with two Ees. Take a look." He gave them to me, then to Abigail. "Why can't they just say here's the treasure spend wisely?" Riley asked. I smiled and the glasses went back to Ben, never having reached Riley. I had made sure of that, for him being shocked at how I actually could look like a girl if I tried. "Really?" Riley muttered to me. I smiled. I sighed. "Riley there's another tour group coming." I repeated his exact words. Then smirked. He glared at me. "Fine." He snapped. I giggled at his anger. I took a look out the window for cops. Instead I found Phil, and either Powell or Viktor…I'm not good with names, of people I hate. Once I called this boy who threw a carrot at me his sister's name. "Um…trouble." I said. Ben took a look out the window. "We probably won't be able to get out of here without getting spotted. So we split the lock from the key." Ben said. My eyes widened. "We're splitting up?" Riley beat me to it. "Yes. You take the declaration and I'll take this and these." He said. He looked like he was thinking boy am I going to regret this, and said, "Rose, you're going with Riley and Abigail." He explained. My ears arched back in surprise. He then gave me the look that said please, truly listen to them. No matter what they tell you to do, do it. I nodded. This was life. Ian was willing to shoot, even…even a 14 year-old girl. "I'll go first, and then you guys go. Meet me back at the car. Call me if anything happens." Ben said. "Like if we get caught and killed?" Riley asked worried. "Yeah…that'd be bad." Ben said starting to take off. I nodded. "Take care of her." Ben said sounding like he was already regretting his choice. "I will." Riley and Abigail said in sync. "He meant you." I said, not looking at either. "Oh," They said in sync again. They both sent me glares, I grinned, "Let's go." We started in a walk, but when we heard, "Get them!" We broke into a run. "In here!" Abigail shouted ducking into a market. "This way!" I shouted. I ran straight forward, and quick ducked out and into a book store. I sighed with relief, and slid down so I was in a sitting position, knees to my chest. I closed my eyes and took a deep, shaky, breath. Only to open my eyes to see a pair of shoes directly in front of me. I almost screamed, I was a fraction of a second away from screaming. Until I saw the gun, and taser in his pocket. In front of me stood Shaw. He glared down at me. "Get up." He snapped. I stayed down for a second, but then thought it would be logical for me to stand up. "Merde-tete." I muttered in French. That means Crap-head in French or Crap is the same as shit in French so… basically it was covered that I was using some pretty colorful language. "Where is it?" He demanded. "Where's what?" I snapped. "You God damn know well, what." He shot back. "I don't know, it's not with me I swear." I said, beginning to leave. "Your ride's not here yet." Shaw said. "What?" I snapped. "You're coming with us." He said. I stood there in shock. At least I didn't vomit. But my hands were practically trembling. In anger. I was not scared one bit of Ian. Or his men. They couldn't even spell IQ I bet. Besides I can always insult them in French. That was good. But the nerve of these men, I couldn't stand them! They make me feel so…ugh! "You're not going to find out anything." I muttered. "Shut up." Shaw said, showing his gun, trying to scare me. Boohoo, it didn't work, I glared at him, "Tu Ferais mieux content que je ne suis pas sur coup de pied vos tripes." I growled. Translation: You better be glad I'm not kicking out your guts. Thank God he didn't know French. "I don't know what you just said," of course you didn't, you wouldn't know it in English. I wanted to retort. "But it'd be best for you to be silent." He said, shoving me towards the door. I scowled, and made sure I had my cell phone. I didn't. I swallowed. This was bad. SO bad. Worst of all, grandpa was right.