CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Saving Prince William

DAVE'S POV:

1700 hours. I only had three more hours to look for Prince William. He could be anywhere. London was that big.

I sat with Yuri in his interrogation cell, drinking coffee. Earlier I had removed Yuri's handcuffs. I trusted him.

"You caught Katzov, yes?" Yuri asked, sipping his coffee, never taking his eyes off me.

I nodded numbly. "Yes, but... I can't find Prince William yet."

"When is the bomb detonating?"

"1700 hours."

Yuri whistled. "That's not much time to comb the city to find the prince."

"You're right. We don't have much time. I have to figure this puzzle out myself."

"Dave," Yuri called me. I looked at him. "What clues did Katzov give you? Or what did he say?"

"'You cannot stop fate. Prince William's fate is sealed by time itself!' That's what he said."

"Ah ha, that is a clue," Yuri beamed. "I don't have to tell you, above all people how words always give out clues. You taught me that, Dave. What happened to your Italian blood?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "When I think about my past... I feel like I'm no Italian."

Yuri tapped the table with his finger. "Come now, Dave. The past is the past, you must leave it behind to continue ahead. Listen to your girlfriend."

I stiffened slightly at the mention of my girlfriend. Yuri noticed.

"You are no longer together?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head. "No. There were some... major complications."

"Ah, that is the reason for your mood. I understand now. I believe you are not taking it easily."

"The total opposite, Yuri. I don't know. I don't know. I just want to focus on work right now. I want to focus on finding Prince William before his life is taken."

"The answer is right there," Yuri said. "Right in Katzov's words."

"What?" I frowned.

"Think Dave," Yuri insisted impatiently. "Think closely about Katzov's words."

Prince William's fate is sealed... by time itself!

"By time itself," I repeated. "That is the riddle! And the answer...."

Yuri smiled. "Wait for it..."

I shot off my chair. "Big Ben!" I shouted. "He's at the Big Ben! Shit!"

Yuri raised his cup towards me. "Buona," he chuckled.

"Thank you Yuri," I said, shaking his hand rapidly. "I have to go. I will be back soon."

"Take your time!" Yuri called after me. "Or maybe not."

ISABELLE'S POV:

This guy never knows when to give up. Instead of calling me, he resorted to annoying me by texting me.

"Damn it!" I yelled at my phone. "Shut up Steve!"

Another message arrived. "That's it!" I snapped, snatching the phone up and dialing Steve's number.

"Hello? Isabel-"

"What do you want, Marcus?" I snapped.

Steve hesitated. "Um, I wanted to ask you whether you wanna y'know...go out for tea or something?"