Driving through the tunnels was all too easy for me as the city itself showed me the shortest route by lighting the tunnels I needed to choose. However, those who knew of my abilities knew I was coming through just by seeing the other tunnels going dark. It was a double edged sword in a way but fortunately, only our allies knew of the underground tunnels. We arrived within five minutes having no traffic to contend with and entered the museum even though it was closed.
The museum knew we were there to help and allowed us entry without tripping the silent alarm. Greg led the way to what it was he believed Sykes had stolen. It was not hard to find; a large display with the surrounding glass shattered and what had been inside was gone. I read the information plaque...
"The old City Hall cornerstone." Thoughtful, I said. "What significance could that hold?"
"Clues as to where the secrets of the city had been buried were hidden everywhere." Serious, Greg replied. "Some of the clues are wild goose chases to frustrate the curious while others are pieces of the big picture."
"Only no one is left alive to know which is which." Sighing, I said.
"Maybe..." Softly, Heather said. "I heal hundreds of times faster than anyone I know; maybe I'm not the only one."
"We can ponder that at another time." Irritable, Tex said. "It won't be long before chief Don Flynn puts two and two together and breaks all records to get here and catch us red handed."
"Relax, Tex." Calmly, I said. "The museum is buying us some time but I agree; let's do our investigation and get out of here before Flynn arrives."
Heather approached the display and scrutinized the platform with her senses. Watching her work, I could not help be impressed; her senses were turned up to twenty, well beyond that of even a bloodhound. She was our living forensics lab as well as a crack shot with any weapon. It was part of what made us so good at what we did.
"This was not the old City Hall Cornerstone." Surprised, she said. "The gravel and dirt here is from old abandoned copper mine outside of town."
"You certain...?" Curious, Greg asked.
"The old city hall was built upon hardened clay." Serious, Heather replied. "This dirt and gravel is mostly made up of frail limestone and copper."
"A fake." Raising an eyebrow, Tex said. "Interesting... but why?"
I paused to the quick flickering internal lights of the museum. "Chief Don Flynn has arrived." Whispering, I announced.
"Time to go." Quietly, Greg ordered. "Sam, you lead the way."
I lead the team through the lit rooms of the museum to a back door that opened for me with no resistance and without tripping the alarm. Once out, we all entered the underground tunnels through a phone booth marked with graffiti.
"Thank you, my friend." Whispering to the museum, I said. "We will find what was taken from you."
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