This would happen in a museum in Cairo. The Starling triplets are well again and they are back at the clue hunt. So, enjoy! Thanks to Little Lobster for telling me this story was amazing and for wanting me to continue it so this chapter is dedicated to her. Little Lobster, I owe you!
The hot air in Egypt hadn't done wonders for Natalie's hair. It's usual shiny, black and lust image was replaced by it's dryness and coarse. "I want to go home" she grumbled to Ian. But as usual, he didn't notice her. He was too busy staring out the window. Natalie was still shocked over the piece of paper she had found that Dan had written. It was tucked away in her one of a kind Louis Vuitton backpack. She had memorized the words, having read it for the entire duration of the plane flight. And she was still pondering over it's meaning. Does he mean friend or romantic? Natalie mused. Then shook her head. She was just about to ask Ian about the kinds of love when she noticed that her brother had fallen asleep. She rolled her eyes but tucked a blanket around him so he wouldn't get cold. Even dark witches have a good side. Usually. She went out of the limousine and stepped into the marble steps of the museum. She had tracked Amy, Dan and their babysitter here and now, she was going to stalk them. Trying to find out how far they were in the race.
She put on a pair of Gucci sunglasses and went inside. She strolled through the scarab section a bit, admiring the beetles and the jewels that adjourned them when she heard a noise behind her. She turned around and took out her dart gun but a blade spun, causing her gun to spin and glide in he floor, towards her attacker.
Her attackers were three pairs of similar faces. Two guys and a girl. All had the same green eyes and strawberry-blonde hair, with identical smirks and zero fashion sense.
"Ah, Natalie Kabra. Darling cousin, long time no see" Sinead Starling said. They were supposed to be in a hospital back at Boston as a bomb had backfired at them. "Dear, time dosen't have anything to do it" Natalie purred, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. She had left her other weapons back at the car. She had only brought her dart gun.
"Cousin dearest," Sinead purred back "Don't scream" and she aimed the dart gun at Natalie's head. She heard her own voice scream in terror, people running. But it was too late, Sinead aimed well and a dart was now embedded in her head.
The last thing Natalie saw was Dan's face, right in front of her, brows ceased in worry. Then everything went black.