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I have been gone for about a week now after leaving you with a small cliffy!
But it's time again for another epic..suprising...out of left field chapter.
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Zach was right it was only a twenty-minute ride to the secluded cabin.
When we arrived, the doors were thrown open and we were greeted by the costume shop cashier flanked by two guards wielding guns.
"Hello there," she said, her mouth curling into an evil grin.
I just glared in return.
"Take them to the cabin and tie them up…tight," she commanded of the two burly guards.
One man grabbed me and started dragging me by the collar of my shirt. I knew better than to try to fight him off. Once we entered the cabin, I noted that it was no bigger than my suite at Gallagher.
I felt a pang of sadness with that thought. Not even two days away and I had been captured.
The two men duck taped Zach and me to chairs. They left my mouth free but Zach received some tape over his.
"Cameron, Cameron, Cameron. It was stupid for you to runaway." She laughed once and then her face-hardened. "Where is your father's journal?"
"My fathers what," I asked, deciding playing dumb was the best route.
"Don't even think you can play dumb here Cameron. We know you know about it, thanks to your beloved Joe Solomon."
"I won't tell you… you'll have to kill me."
A grin brightened up her face. "Oh how I had hoped you would say that. I have been dying to use this," she said as she produced a small handgun. I closed my eyes tight and braced for the shot. I could hear Zach protesting under the tape but it didn't matter, he couldn't stop them. I waited, and waited, then opened my eyes again. To my surprise her gun wasn't aimed at me; it was trained between Zach's eyes.
"Don't hurt him," I screeched without thinking, "Please!"
"Well, well have we found your weakness?"
"What do you want with the journal? I know exactly what it says, I can tell you." I saw Zach's eyes go wide.
"Stupid girl, we don't need to know what it says."
"Then what; cleaning up loose ends? In that case you'll have a hell of a job; I'm not the only one who's read it."
"Keep guessing."
I thought for a minute. What had Townsend said, they work for money, power…
I shook my head, defeated.
"It contains a code, a code that will lead us to the greatest treasure of all time!"
"What," I choked out, "This is all about money?"
"Money? Ha. The treasure…the treasure is far more valuable than any dollar amount."
"What is it," I tried.
"Like I'm going to tell you what it is," she sneered, "Now tell us where the journal is hidden!"
"Never, and even if you shoot Zach I still won't tell you!"
She let out a frustrated sigh; I saw her hand move and felt the painful burn on my cheek.
"When I come back, there had better be some answers waiting for me."
The two men stayed in the room with us, guns cocked and loaded.
Time slipped by, the blue sky grew black and the moon rose into the sky. The woman didn't return to fulfill her threat, yet.
The two men who guarded us all day began to show signs of sleepiness. Zach had nodded off a few hours ago, but I was wide-awake, trying to construct a plan on how to get out of the cabin; but nothing came to me.
Soon I joined Zach in blissful unconsciousness. What seemed to be a few minutes later I heard the creak of the door and the soft sounds of footsteps. My eyes fluttered open, expecting to see the cashier again, but it wasn't her. It wasn't even a woman. The two guards hadn't noticed because they had distracted themselves with a game of poker, there guns across their laps.
The mysterious person crept out of the shadows and slapped both of the guard's foreheads. Both men slumped to the ground, unconscious.
I was curious now.
Who was this person and why were they knocking out the guards. For some reason I wasn't scared; in fact for the first time since I left Gallagher, I felt safe.
The man slowly walked over to where Zach and I were tied up, he was still blanketed the shadows.
"Who are you," I asked quietly. The man didn't respond, he just cut me free. As I was freeing myself the rest of the way, he cut Zach out of his chair.
Zach was just coming around, and didn't realize he was being freed.
"Are we leaving," he asked sleepily.
No one answered his question.
"I asked who you were," I said when he had freed Zach. The man straightened up and the darkness that had obscured his face was washed away by moonlight.
It took me a minute to recognize him. When I did, my knees went weak and my mouth dropped open. It was the face of a ghost.
After a few seconds of standing there looking at the man, I found my voice.
"Dad?"
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