Long ago, in the ancient city of Troy, there were three women whose beauty could rival Aphrodite. Three women that were believed to have magical powers that could end the world. Their names translate to Pestilence, Purity, and Reign. When they died, they were put into three golden urns. Urns that were lost to time after the Trojan War.
Soon, after many archeological digs, the urns were found. They bounced from museum to museum. Until in World War II, the three went underground, never to be seen again.
That is, until the eighties. Pestilence resurfaced in the basement of a British Museum. Then, Purity was found in the heart of an Egyptian Tomb. It is now in the safety of one Mr. Jack Spheer. The self-made Tech Billionaire who lives in Rota, Spain. However, the whereabouts of the third urn, Reign, is unknown.
Kara stands off from the projector as the documentary finishes. Kara clicks it off. She looks at the Interpol agents and her sister who's glaring up at the screen.
Kara leans on the podium and she clicks off the projector. "Any questions?" Alex raises her hand. "Yeah, why is this relevant?" Kara sighs, she steps away from the podium. "Our thief, our art thief is after the urns. If my intel is right, she's planning on stealing the Urn of Pestilence that is upstairs. We should head up."
They go upstairs. Alex walks up to her. "Is your intel correct?" Kara nods. "It is. It seems that being an Interpol agent inflated your ego." Alex laughs dryly. "Kara, I just want what's best. For everyone." A woman greets them at the entrance. She has tan skin and dark hair, probably not a Brit.
She looks at Kara with a grin. "Sorry I missed the presentation. CIA Officer Maggie Sawyer. I work with Alex at Interpol." She holds her hand out.
Kara shakes it. "Special Agent Kara Danvers, I'm with the U.S. Secret Service." Maggie laughs. "You're a bit far from the states, agent." Kara smiles. "Well, I'm here to do a job. You're here to oogle at my sister." Maggie's expression blanks.
Kara stares at her. "I'm good at reading people, besides, Alex mentioned she was seeing someone at her office." Maggie laughs nervously. Alex slaps Kara's back. "Dumbass." Kara chuckles.
They head into the exhibit. The museum's curator approaches them. "Do you have all exits covered?" Alex asks. "Yes, is this even necessary? How do you even know that there is even a thief?!" "The Queen," Kara simply says. "Of England?" "The world renowned art thief." The curator looks at her. "And who are you?" "Secret Service." He simply scoffs. "You don't look like a secret service agent!" "She is." Alex defends.
The curator's right. Kara has a red blazer on and a blue sweater underneath. She's just wearing black slacks and she has her glasses on. Her hair is thrown up in a ponytail. She looks a bit scrawny, but she is anything but. To anyone, she could probably pass as an artist or a really young professor at a college. She does not look like a secret service agent.
The Interpol agents walk around the room, examining it. Kara looks at the urn. Something about it is off. "The Queen is simply a folktale within the art community. No one is stealing the u-." Kara holds her hand up. She puts on gloves.
"Quiet, please. Do you have a penny?" "I do, yes." The curator hands Kara a penny. Kara steps under the red tape surrounding the urn.
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The Queen
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