Whew, sorry it took so long. My inspiration has decided to move to Pirates of the Caribbean. This took forever so I hope you enjoy it
"We're in the elevator." Ben said, pealing off the rubber thumb piece and getting out the penlight.
"What what do you mean 'we'?" Riley asked from the van. "I thought you were going to ditch the runt in the ballroom?"
Rachel cleared her throat. "I can hear you you know Riley."
"Whatever. I'm going to turn off the surveillance camera. Ready? In five, four, three now. Ben Gates, you are now the invisible man."
"Riley." Rachel growled.
There was a shuffling sound at his end. "And woman..."
Ben and Rachel stepped off the elevator and quickly moved to the concealed keyboard. Ben shown the light on the keys.
"Give me the letters to her password."
"A...e...f...g...l...o...r...v...y."
Oh what the heck. She thought, shoving Ben out of the way and quickly typing in Valley Forge.
The system registered it and opened the door while Riley rattled off the anagrams.
"...Gravy floe, valey frog..."
"How did you know that?" Ben asked. Sounding rather amused and confused.
She shrugged. "Lucky guess."
The two headed into the pristine, and a bit to white, preservation room.
"Wait how did you two get in there?" Riley asked, obviously taking a moment to look at the live feed and see them enter.
"It was Valley Forge, she hit the E and L twice." Rachel replied.
Ben was already unscrewing the bolts on the case. She had always thought he had been able to get them done a lot faster in the elevator than in there. Never got that.
Suddenly Riley swore from the other end. "I lost my feed Ben! I don't know where anyone is. I have nothing...Ben I have...Ben I have nothing. Get out of there, get out of there now."
Rachel ran foreword and grabbed one side of the case. "Just take the whole thing."
Ben nodded and hoisted the other side up.
"What are you talking...is it heavy?"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Yes Riley just a bit."
Wait, something was wrong. They had taken less time than in the movie and the stuff was happening...darned movie laws of physics.
The two shuffled down the hall to the elevator, Ben hitting the button with his foot.
Rachel unconsciously counted down in her head. Five, four, three, two...
She cringed as the door down the hall blew open.
Ian ran his hand through his hair. "Gates."
"And
snowdrift girl!" She added. Why were people always forgetting
her?
"He's got the bloody map!"
Shaw pulled out his gun and fired a few shots at them. Ben hunched behind the declaration, pulling her behind with him. But not soon enough for a bullet to miss her arm. It barely grazed her left arm but dang did it hurt!
"OW! Shaw I am so going to kick your butt!"
"Shaw!" Riley gulped.
Luckily the doors opened and they backed in. Rachel rammed the button until the doors slid closed again.
Ben got the case open and carefully slid the important document into a sleeve.
"I am going to hurt him so bad next time I him." She said, her hand clamped over her arm.
"Lemme see." Ben said, holding her arm and inspecting the damage.
"Wow, you must be really lucky, it isn't that bad as far as I can tell."
"Either that or you didn't grab quite fast enough." She scoffed. The amount of sarcasm available to her when she was annoyed had no bounds.
They left the elevator and split up. Holding her hand over her arm she quickly wove her way through the party goers and outside.
She turned around and saw Ben following her looking rather miffed..
"Where are you Ben? Where are you?" Riley said, nervous as ever.
"Stop talking. Start the van."
"Ben, the us, mean declaration lady is behind you."
They reached the van, Rachel climbed in while Ben switched the documents.
"Hey." She heard Abigail say.
"Oh its you."
"Mr. brown, whats going on? What's that?"
"Its a souvenir."
"Really?"
Rachel poked her head out the back. "Dad, we should get home its getting late." She coaxed.
"Did you enjoy the party?" Ben asked.
The alarms started blaring and everyone noticeably cringed.
A collection of "Ooh, Oh my god, and crap" issued from the van.
"Oh my god. You did not. Security!" Abigail yelled. Man did she have some projection. They could probably hear her in the surrounding states.
"Give me that!" She grabbed the fake from Ben and started walking back towards the archive
He jumped in and closed the doors. Rachel jumped into the passenger seat, tightening the seat belt as much as she could.
They saw Abigail get snatched by Phil and pulled into the car while Shaw shot at them...again...
"Riley follow them!" She screamed.
Riley floored it. The catering truck turned a corner sharply heading into a construction zone.
"Skidding skidding skidding."
Even in a terrified state from having Riley be your stunt driver she had to laugh.
The catering truck door sung open violently, smacking against the side of it. She cringed at the thought of how Abigail's arms would feel tomorrow.
Ben opened the side door, leaning out while holding onto the strap. "Abigail! Jump!
She flew through the air, landing on top of Ben. The door closed and they sped off in the other direction.
"You alright?" Ben asked.
"No those lunatics...They stole..."
"You're not hurt are you?"
"You're all lunatics!"
"Hey!" Rachel yelled, turning around in her seat, flinching when the fabric rubbed against her arm. "I resent that, I'm not a lunatic."
Abigail started babbling again.
"Are you hungry?"
Rachel snorted with laughter.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
Riley looked back in the mirror. "Still a little on edge from being shot at, but I'll be okay. Thanks for asking."
"Speak for yourself, I was shot."
"Well I'm not alright. Those men have the declaration of independence."
Rachel cut in before anyone could say anything. She was starting to get even more annoyed, she was shot (not badly but still) she was getting a headache from bouncing around in the van, and her ears where ringing from the shooting. "She didn't lose it, she lost a fake, we have the real one."
Ben looked at her. "...right." He was holding the red case, ready to shake it.
"Give me that!"
"You're still shouting and its really starting to annoy. You'd do well Dr. Chase to be a bit more civilized in this instance.
"Who where those men?"
Rachel sighed. "The same annoying, stupid, obnoxious, rude, gun crazy..." Ben gave her a look. " The same guys we warned you where going to steal it."
"And you didn't believe us" Riley said haughtily.
Abigail made a grab for the case. "Verdammit! give me that!"
"You know something, you're shouting again."
"Pretty sure she was swearing too."
"Well we probably deserved that." Rachel said, taking Ben's line again, he seemed to be getting used to it.
"There is not a treasure map on the back of the declaration on independence."
"And there is no chance that anyone could steal this either. I level with you 100 percent. Everything I told you was the truth.
"I want that document Mr. Brown." She ordered. She could be pretty scary at times.
"Okay my names not Brown, its Gates. I level with you 98 percent."
"Um..." Rachel said from the front seat.
"Right, level with you 96 percent , that not my daughter."
Too bad. She thought.
"Wait a minute did you just say Gates? Gates? you're that family with the conspiracy theory about the founding fathers."
"Its not a conspiracy theory." Ben sighed.
"Per say." Riley mumbled.
"I take it back. You aren't liars, you're insane."
"Okay! Just hold up for one second!" Wow she lost it. Apparently adding hunger to her list of things to be annoyed about was too much. "We are not insane, or lunatics, or bad people! So just finish your little banter so we can get on with the story!"
Everyone stared at her. She quietly sunk down in her seat.
Ben explained more about their plan to Abigail.
"You can't seriously intend to run chemical tests on the declaration of independence in the back of a moving van.
"We have a clean room environment all set up. ETS suits, particulate air filtration, the whole chi-bang."
"Let me guess Ben, you took a shortcut through the gift shop and had to pay for the declaration and had to use a visa."
"Yea." He said quickly, rubbing his hand over his face.
"A credit card slip? Dude we're on the grid. Do you...they are going to have your records from forever; they are going to have my records from forever.
"I know I know. Its only a matter of time before the FBI shows up at my front door.
"We need the letters." She said, leaning up against the door and balancing her throbbing head on her hand.
"What letters?" Abigail asked. She asked a lot of question during this bit didn't she?
"You know what, get off the road. Take a right."
Man am I glad thats over, again sorry about being so slow. I'll try and get the next one done faster. And don't forget. Reviews make me happy and therefore write faster :) Oh and I fixed the slight indiscretion in the middle.
