Chapter 5
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to upload, I was busy. Well, stuff actually happens in this one, so hopefully it will be more exciting (and funny, I made an effort on that.)
So, I hope you enjoy!
It was 9 O'clock and Marie, Raphael and Fondue were waiting at the Constabulary. After a lot of careful thinking, Marie decided to bring her violin with her, after she had tuned it, of course. She'd never know when she might need it.
After a few minutes, a police car pulled up, with a police officer at the wheel. Charlie stuck her head out of the passenger window and waved them over.
'You all set?' she asked.
'Of course!' replied Marie.
'Then hop in!'
Marie opened up the back door and climbed in. She fastened her seatbelt while Fondue lounged on the floor and Raphael perched on the headrest.
Marie asked a question that was burning on her mind. 'What are you going to do with the vial?'
'The vial?' replied Charlie. 'We'll keep it in storage. It's fascinating and a historical antique.'
'Are you sure?' said Marie. 'What if Napoleon gets it like the way he got the book?'
From the rear-view mirror, Marie could see the police officer cringe.
'It'll be fine,' replied Charlie. 'They know what to do now.'
Marie was silent, finding it best not to say anything.
'Well, I've been doing some research and I found out what may be in the local museum we're going to.' continued Charlie. 'During his lifetime, this mountaineer guy made a map of how he got to this cave with the Reversal Spring, which he donated to a museum. The museum has kept it ever since and because they don't know of this map's value, is currently on display.'
'Which means we need to get it first.' concluded Marie. 'We'll have to get there and get the map before Napoleon can strike.'
'You're right.' replied Charlie. She turned to the police officer driving. 'Turn on the siren. It'll get us there faster. After all, this is an emergency.'
The police officer did so and they accelerated down the motorway.
(Scene Break)
Napoleon watched the police car speed down the road and smiled. It was still in his sight. A Chevalier approached him. 'Sir, the vial is in the Constabulary. Shall we take it, sir?'
'No.' replied Napoleon. 'I have an easier way. All we have to do is follow them and they'll take us straight to the map.'
'Of course.' said the Chevalier and left to relay the orders.
Napoleon smirked. It was too easy.
(Scene Break)
The police car pulled up at the door of a small museum, its siren switching off. The police officer, Charlie, Marie, Fondue and Raphael clambered out and assembled on the doorstep. Charlie knocked on the door and stood back to wait.
A second later, the curator, an old looking man in a tweed suit answered the door. Charlie straightened up, her voice taking on the tone of authority.
'Hello.' she started. 'My name is Charlie, private eye, and I am with the police. We have reason to believe one of your artefacts is under threat to theft and we would like to take it into security.'
Once identity was confirmed, the curator led them through the museum until a gallery came into view. In a corner hung a yellowed map hung in a simple frame. There was not much information on it and obviously didn't get too much attention, but it was definitely what they were looking for.
On Charlie's command, the police officer removed the map from the wall and carried it though, the rest of the group in tow. Just as they reached the door, however, a small explosion hit their ears and from the smoke emerged an all too familiar adversary.
Napoleon walked forward towards them, laughing all the while. 'I give credit where credit is due so I thank you for leading me here a saving me a lot of trouble.'
Marie clenched her teeth. 'Well you're not having it!'
'I'm not giving you a choice.' answered Napoleon as he raised his pistol.
A shocked silence followed. No one dared to speak, as the wrong words could cost a life. After a while, Charlie spoke. 'You could save a lot of trouble by just following us to the spring. Why didn't you just do that?'
Napoleon smirked. 'Good question. I wanted you out of the equation.'
Silence followed with no one knowing what to say. But in the period of silence, Marie made a brave decision. In a split second, she had taken the map and made a mad dash for the door.
Napoleon registered this and made off after her but by this time Raphael had caught on and was busy creating a distraction.
He had spotted a vase on a stand that was the perfect distraction. It would be a great shame to destroy such a beautiful piece of art but, of course, this was a matter of life and death. He flew over and picked it up with his feet and flew over to Napoleon. He flew above Napoleon's head and waited for the right moment.
The resounding smash reverberated all over the museum.
This was the final straw for the curator, who fainted on the spot. Napoleon stood clutching his head while Raphael flew in front of him, a smug look on his face.
'Not quite so trigger happy now, are you?' he teased.
This, naturally, made Napoleon livid.
'C'MERE, YOU PESKY BIRD!' he screamed. He started to chase Raphael, who taunted him by flying just out of reach.
By now, every one had caught on the idea of escape (except the poor curator, who was still passes out cold) and were fleeing outside to the police car.
The police officer was behind the wheel, the alarm switched on, revving the engine. Charlie was beckoning hurriedly while Marie was just watching on, worried.
Seeing this, Raphael made his move. He sped for the doorway and the light, Napoleon hot on his tail. Marie held the door open for him, anxiously waiting. He was going faster and faster, the car becoming closer and closer, but Napoleon getting nearer and nearer. It was so close now, the escape he needed. Napoleon was reaching with arms outstretched nearly to grab him. His hand moved steadily closer, seven centimetres, no, five, until he would be caught…
The sound of a car door slamming startled him to his senses in time to avoid crashing into the opposite window and he realised that he was safely within the car. The doors were locked and the car already speeding away, leaving Napoleon behind. The map was here too, Marie holding onto it tightly so it wouldn't slide about.
Once again, it was silent. After a while, Charlie spoke. 'So, where to now?'
Marie looked at the map and the location that was circled in red. 'We're going to the French Alps.'
A/N: I actually did some research to find out which mountain ranges they should go to. The French Alps is still the best option.
Do birds have feet, talons, claws? I just used feet, because I wasn't sure on claws, and talons are more for raptors than bluebirds.
And sorry if I offended any curators out there.
So I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you to the reviewers, who make me happy! Also to the followers who also make me happy!