Its 11 A.M. and we're trotting along the Colorado River at the bottom of the Grand Canyon on top of a donkey waiting for something to catch our eyes. We are traveling with a handful of other tourists and a tour guide, all also riding on donkeys. After a while it's 11:30 and we still haven't found any thing leading to another clue so we go back to the tourist center. At the tourist center, I went to the bathroom and over the exit there was a sign that said,"Esta En La Atalaya,"which in Spanish means,"It's on the Watchtower." Once I was back to V I told her I found a sign saying ,"Esta En La Atalaya." "That means It's on the Watchtower." I nodded"Right." V was practically bouncing off the walls. How many watchtowers are in the park?"she asked the person at the front desk. "There are several including the most famous, the Grand Canyon Watchtower." V was now flipping out of her seat,"We need a map of hiking paths leading to that watchtower." "Here you go," the woman said without hesitation, handing V a map. We got into her limo and drove to the watchtower as fast as the wheels on the vehicle could spin, almost careening into the Grand Canyon a couple of times. We parked and ran into the watchtower and got to the top floor just as the clock struck noon. We watched and stared as a beam of sunlight came through a crack in the roof and struck the floor creating an X of sunlight. "Well X marks the spot," I said. I carefully lifted a loose, old brick. Underneath the brick lay a flattened scroll reading,"The location of the library lies in it's name." Vix said,"Next stop, Alexandria, Egypt." We walked down to ground level. "Do you have the map," she asked." No, I thought you had it, I'll go upstairs and see if we left it up there," I said. Just when I reached the right floor I heard a motor then a crash. I grabbed the map quickly and rushed to the second floor. I peeked my head over the stairwell leading down and saw a black Sudan had crashed through the wall. Four armed men were getting out. V was cornered in the souvenir shop. I thought I heard someone banging on their trunk door. A. This situation was worse than I could have imagined.
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National Treasure 3
Mystery / ThrillerThis story is about my rich fugitive friend (who isn't a fugitive in real life) @Vix_HasNoLife and I searching for the Lost Library of Alexandria and stopping at no extent to do it. This is the kind of story you can imagine the author is having mor...