A/N: Well! Guess who finally got back to writing a chapter in this story! Sorry for the extremely long wait but I have been busy reading other stories, learning how to drive, and doing a lot, and I mean a lot of homwork!
Disclaimer: The fact still remains that I own nothing of the Relic Hunter show or any of its great characters.
Nigel was shocked at Syndey's sudden declaration.
"Syd, what's up?"
"Nigel, do you know of Pierre Dufont?
"Pierre Dufont...Dufont...wasn't he a master jewel thief who disarmed the wealthy of their priceless trinkets during the 18th century?"
"Right on Nigel, and with his mysterious death in 1792 went any sort of clue to where the jewels could be found, until now."
"Syd, what do you mean? Wait, that phone call just now. Did you just get a tip to where Dufont's priceless jewel collection is hidden?" There was a grin forming on Sydney's face, a grin that could only mean...
"Yes Nigel! We may just have been given the clue of the century! Now, pack you bags. We're off to Paris!
( back in the cell... )
The cough wasn't getting any better. The air was putrid and every breath that the man took in came with
a layer of dust that caked the man's throat. The man's head was realing. He could hear screams coming from all around him; at least they were not his screams, not yet anyway. They had already tried to whip him, but never a sound escaped his lips. How could he scream and break and tell his ruthless captors of the wherabouts of the jewels?
Yes, the cough wasn't getting any better. With the last cough of the man came a little touch of blood on the side of his mouth.
"Syd, hurry," the man croaked out, but his strength had left his weak body and he lost conciousness.
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