"The Dead Sea scrolls are the oldest known ancient Jewish manuscript, holding every book of the Old Testament aside from Esther, as well as some other things including war conduct, society rules, and commentary. It holds the earliest known form of the book of Isaiah, and some previously unknown Psalsms referring to David and Joshua. Not only do they pre-date the next oldest manuscripts by 1,000 years, but they also give us a look into ancient Jewish life, and they also shows that Christianity is rooted from Judaism," The tour guide said with a grin.
"And how'd they find there way here?" Graham asked, looking at the old, worn papers.
"My country, the Philippines is a very religious country, with over 86% of Filipinos being Roman Catholic," She explained, "So these scrolls, although found in the mid 1900s on the banks of their namesake, are very important to us here, and many people everywhere else on earth," the tour guide said, gazing in awe at the scrolls herself. Then she frowned, "Unfortunately, this is their last day on exhibit before we send them back to Israel. I'm just happy you three could get to see them."
They moved on to the next exhibit, and after another hour, they shook hands with their tour guide and went to a nearby Jolibee to discuss plans. Zari didn't like the location.
"Fast food? Really?" Zari asked, looking at her fried chicken. She looked like she wanted to eat it, whilst looking immensely underwhelmed at the same time.
"I think it's delicious," Devineaux said between bites. He was really digging in.
"Jolibee was founded in the Philippines, so it only seems right," Graham reasoned. "Besides, there's internet here."
As if on cue, Zari's phone beeped with a notification. The three had been walking around Manila for the last two days, looking for V.I.L.E movement. They knew that the criminal organization was targeting the Dead Sea scrolls, but they couldn't get a proper tour until that day. Unlike the Burke, the National Museum of the Philippines had politely requested that ACME only patrol at night. So that's what they did.
Throughout the week, more and more information was being uncovered in the phone. They had a list of all of "Tigress'" past capers over the last two years, a small amount of future capers, names, locations (though all of the visited locations were burnt down buildings), and even a bit of information on Carmen San Diego, however only a few bits and pieces regarding her apparent defection from V.I.L.E, and how she'd started stealing on her own as their main rival. Unfortunately, there were no pictures, but the phone acquisition was still massive. However, it didn't tell them anything about this caper, specifically.
Zari glanced at her phone as she took a bite of her food, "The mansion in Belmopan was burned when they got there."
"That sounds like the suspects," Devineaux said burping. Zari glared.
Graham took a sip of water, "There has to be some sort of pattern."
"No... they seem to be random locations across the globe. And ACME doesn't even think we have half of them, much less a solid amount of their active operatives," Zari groaned.
Graham tried not to take that offensively, he still kicked himself for pickpocketing someone who could have easily been an innocent civilian. He didn't need Zari implying his self image crisis was for nothing, especially sense it had regardlessly helped ACME on their search. They'd matched 26 faces, and uncovered 13 illegal bank accounts from the phone, and they were working on more. It just so happened that every building so far was destroyed before they got there.
"Look Zari, just one more day. Then we go to Berlin, so no more heat," Devineaux encouraged.
Graham attributed her crabby attitude to the hot Manila sun. Then again, Zari was always crabby.
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Agent Gray, Red with Love
Historical FictionLife isn't always fair, especially when you're the super thief Carmen San Diego. But this story isn't about her. Well, not really anyway. In Sydney Australia, an old classmate suffering with "amnesia" is approached by agents of a super crime-catchi...
