A.N.: I am watching the movie constantly, taking notes and Google searching for the script. XD How pathetic am I becoming?

Disclaimer: See first chapter, please! Sorry to sound rude, but really. Common Sense. USE IT.

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Riley, Ben, and Ronnie walked out of an FBI building in Washington, D.C., after trying to alert another government agency about Ian's plans. Ronnie's brown hair was pulled into a side ponytail, and the girl's petite hands were tugging on her red-tipped bangs in frustration.

"Is it really that hard to believe someone's going to steal the Declaration of Independence?" Ronnie asked.

"The FBI get 10,000 tips a week. They aren't going to worry about something they're sure is safe," Ben replied, and Ronnie rolled her eyes.

"Anyone who can do anything will think we're crazy. And anyone—" Riley began, Ronnie finishing his sentence.

"Crazy enough won't want to help."

"We don't need crazy. We need one step short of crazy. What do you get?" Ben asked.

"Obsessed!" Riley replied ecstatically.

"Passionate," Ronnie and Ben corrected simultaneously.

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The three sat in the National Archives, Ronnie listening to music, one headphone in her ear, the other in Riley's. A rather frightened look was plastered on the man's face, while Ronnie was very content.

"Excuse me," Ben whispered, leaning over the two and grabbing a pamphlet for the National Archives Gala.

"Mr. Brown?" asked the secretary. Ben looked up. "Dr. Chase will see you now," she said. Ben nodded, and tapped Riley's arm. Riley took the headphone out, relived to be away from Ronnie's music. The brunette girl shrugged, turning off the black iPod and stuffing it in her pocket.

"Mr. Brown?" Riley whispered.

"Family name doesn't get a lot respect in the academic community, Riley," Ronnie responded, Ben nodding.

"So, you're being cut down by the man," Riley said. They entered the office, to find Dr. Chase of the phone, pulling a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. "A very...cute man." Ronnie wanted to strangle him.

"Thank you," Dr. Chase spoke into the phone, and hung up. "Good afternoon, gentlemen." Ronnie gave a loud cough. "Oh, and...you."

"Gee, thanks," Ronnie mumbled sarcastically. Riley gave her a quick smile, before saying, "Hi."

"I'm Abigail Chase," the blonde said, smiling. She shook Ben's hand.

"Paul Brown," he said, returning the smile.

"Nice to meet you," Dr. Chase replied.

"Ronnie Radke," Ronnie smugly stated, a smirk on her face. She refused to shake Abigail's hand, making the blonde irritated.

"Isn't Ronnie Radke a singer?" Abi asked. "A male singer?"

"Well, I guess you aren't a total freak..." Ronnie admitted. "My real name is Kalari Cydinn," Ronnie lied, sitting down.

Panicked, Riley quickly said, "Bill." With a groan, Ronnie announced. "Brother."

"I see. Nice to meet you...Bill." Abigail sat down again. "How may I help you?"

"Your accent. Pennsylvania Dutch?" Ben asked, looking around the office, still standing.

"Saxony German."

"You're not American?" Riley asked suddenly.

"Oh, I am an American. I just wasn't born here," Abigail replied.

"Like me, Riley," Ronnie added. Abigail gave her a confused look. Ronnie bit her lip, her eyes wide. "Err, he was adopted!" the brunette lied. "His...um...real name was Bill, bu we call him Riley. Bill was a bland name," Ronnie continued, glaring at the man beside her. Abigail nodded her head, buying Ronnie's story. The brunette let out a sigh of relief.

Ben reached towards a box that showed many pins and buttons. " Please don't touch that!" Abigail exclaimed. Ben pulled back.

"Sorry. A neat collection. George Washington's campaign buttons. You're missing the 1789 inaugural, though. I found one once," Ben responded, sitting down.

"That's very fortunate for you. Now, you told my assistant that this was an urgent matter?" Abigail persisted, sounding uninterested.

"Yes, ma'am. Well, I'm gonna get straight to the point. Someone's gonna steal

the Declaration of Independence," Ben replied, Ronnie speaking up on the second part.

"It's true," Riley interjected.

"I think I'd better put you gentlemen in touch with the FBI..." Dr. Chase said quickly, picking up her phone. Ronnie reached out to slap her hand away from the keys, but Riley held her back.

"We've been to the FBI. They assured us that the Declaration cannot possibly be stolen," Ronnie sighed.

"They're right," Abi replied. Ronnie shook her head with a smile, her eyes screaming, "That's what you think..." and her lips mouthing the words.

"My friend and I are less certain. However, if we were given the privilege of examining the document...we would be able to tell you for certain if it were actually in any danger," Ben tried.

"What do you think you're gonna find?" Abigail asked, still sounding uninterested. She seemed rather annoyed. Ronnie did, too.

"We believe that there's an...encryption on the back."

"An encryption, like a code?"

"Yes, ma'am," Ben said. Ronnie's brown eyes rolled softly. Riley stayed silent.

"Of what?"

"A... cartograph," Ben started. Ronnie sighed. This was going too slow.

"A map of the location of hidden items of historic and intrinsic value. A treasure map, in essence," she said quickly.

"A treasure map?" repeated the blonde. The three before her nodded.

"That's where we lost the FBI..." Riley whispered, leaning back in his chair.

"You're treasure-hunters, aren't you?" assumed the blonde Abigail, leaning forward, very aggravated.

"We're more like treasure-protectors," corrected Ben, trying to stay calm.

"Mr. Brown, I have personally seen the back of the Declaration of Independence, and I promise you, the only thing there is a notation that reads, "Original Declaration of Independence,

dated..."

"Four of July, 1776." Yes, ma'am," Ben and Ronnie said together. One half was mumbling, a "yeah, yeah, yeah," kind of tone. The other half was calm and mildly excited.

"But no map." After Abigail said this, the room fell silent. It seemed like minutes passed by before Ben spoke up again.

"It's invisible."

"Oh! Right," Abigail replied, a fake smile on her face as she played along.

"And that's where we lost the Department of Homeland Security..." Riley said, Ronnie raising her eyebrows quickly with a half smile.

"What led you to assume there's this invisible map?" the blonde woman asked.

"We found an engraving on the stem of a 200-year-old pipe," Ben started.

"Owned by Freemasons," added Riley.

"May I see the pipe?" Abigail asked.

"We don't have it," Riley admitted.

"Did Big Foot take it?" Abigail asked, leaning forward.

"No!" Ronnie exclaimed. "This man named Ian Howe took it, you twi-" Ronnie continued, before Riley covered her mouth with his hand. Ronnie glared at him, Riley giving an apologetic smile.

It was nice meeting you," Ben said, standing. Riley uncovered Ronnie's mouth, the girl standing as well and storming out of the office, leaving Ben and Riley still inside. She waited outside the door.

"Nice to meet you, too."

"And, you know, that really is a nice collection. Must have taken you a long time to hunt down all that history," Ben added. Ronnie smiled subtly. It always helps to guilt people into things.

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Riley sat on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial building, his head down and his arms of his knees. Ronnie sat beside him, sideways, leaning against him and listening to her music again. "It's how I stay peachy keen," she would say when asked about it. Ben stood in front of the two brunettes, the Washington Memorial behind him.

"This is...huge. Prison huge..." Riley said. After the tree had left Dr. Chase's office, Ben had decided he, himself, would steal the Declaration. "You are going to go to prison, you know that?"

"I know," Ben answered.

Riley looked up. "That would...bother most people," he said. Ronnie smiled.

"Ian's gonna try and steal it. And if he succeeds, he'll destroy the Declaration. The fact is, the only way to protect the Declaration is to steal it. It's upside down. I don't think there's a choice," Ben explained, sitting down on Riley's other side.

Riley sighed. " Ben, for God's sakes, it's like stealing a national monument. OK? It's like stealing him!" Riley had stood up now, pointing at the statue of Lincoln, making Ronnie fall over in the process. She looked up and glared, emitting a quiet growl. " It can't be done. Not shouldn't be done. It can't be done. Let me prove it to you."

Ronnie sighed and sat up. "Riley? Ben? Wait up!"