By Alex Archer, Joseph Nassise
One secret might swap the destiny of a nation...
The skeletal is still of a accomplice soldier, hidden deep in the Paris Catacombs. The legend of a long-lost accomplice treasure. An elderly scrap of paper that reads easily, Berceau de solitude--Cradle of Solitude.
It used to be sheer dumb good fortune, relatively. Archaeologist Annja Creed occurred to be in Paris while the bones of the soldier have been came across. yet this was once no usual soldier--this guy used to be the keeper of a treasure that can have affected the end result of the yank Revolution. someplace, the treasure waits to be claimed.
Now Annja is unraveling a 150-year-old secret and a path of clues that might lead her around the ocean and deep into the center of the outdated South. yet she isn't the one seeker of this treasure. another individual desires it--bad sufficient to kill a person who stands of their way....
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By some means, Michaels made the be aware please sound something yet well mannered. Annja swam the previous couple of ft to the aspect of the boat. whilst not anyone moved to aid her up, she pulled herself up and over the strict. After battling off an alligator and operating out of air, that ultimate attempt approximately exhausted her. She sat along with her again opposed to the gunwale and panted to seize her breath. “The rifle. the place is it? ” Michaels stated. She regarded up at him, feigning confusion. “The what? I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you’re speaking approximately. ” In hindsight, she discovered she must have anticipated it. in any case, not anything Michaels had performed to this point gave her any cause to imagine he was once whatever yet lethal severe. Michaels didn’t hassle arguing together with her. He didn’t say whatever in any respect, actually. He simply gave a bit wave of his hand—nothing to it rather, only a flick of the fingers—and the fellow retaining the gun on Annja’s partners pulled the set off. there has been the crack of a gunshot and Jimmy Mitchell dropped to the deck, his sightless eyes staring in her path as blood leaked from the outlet in his brow to mingle with the move pouring out of what used to be left of the again of his cranium after the bullet burst via it. Annja got here midway off the deck, her arms clenched, adrenaline surging via her approach. It took extraordinary strength of will to maintain from drawing her sword, yet in some way she controlled it. Michaels and his males have been too distant for it to do her any sturdy and drawing it now could in simple terms supply away her one actual virtue. “You bastard,” she tousled. “Tsk, tsk, omit Creed. Such language. There’s no use for it, rather. ” He took a few steps ahead and stared down at her with contempt. “I’ll purely ask you once again. the place is the rifle? ” She didn’t see any choice yet to inform him. If she’d been on her personal, she may need taken an opportunity in drawing her sword and attempting to get her palms on Michaels prior to his henchman may possibly line up a shot, yet with Garin nonetheless less than gunpoint she didn’t have that selection. Michaels had already proven he wouldn’t hesitate to fireside and she or he didn’t wish any longer blood on her fingers. “It’s in my dive bag,” she stated. He glared at her for an extended second and she or he might see in his expression that he used to be attempting to determine how that used to be attainable. now not as clever as you think that, are you? she suggestion. Michaels grew to become and checked out one of many thugs looking at from the sidelines. the fellow obtained the message with out being advised and moved speedily to Annja’s part. for only a moment she thought of grabbing him, utilizing his physique as a defend to maintain from getting shot as she attempted to move right into a higher place, yet whatever in Michaels’s eyes instructed her it wouldn’t subject. He’d easily shoot via his underling so as to get to her. So she sat quietly as an alternative, no longer doing something as Michaels’s henchman came to visit, knelt beside her and, generating a knife from someplace within his jacket, reduce the dive bag from her belt. He carried it over to Michaels. Annja watched as Michaels drew open the draw-strings and peered within. “What the hell is that this?