astonishment, that it was calm and sunny with not even a slight breeze. As they looked around they noticed pilots in their uniforms huddled together talking. Other airline personnel were looking nervous. When Ian looked
up into the sky he saw one plane coming in for a landing. It was jerking and whipping all over the place.
He looked at Evan, who had obviously seen this as well.
“What’s going on?” Ian asked.
Evan shrugged and quickly walked over to one of the pilots.
“Sir,” Evan began. “It’s not windy today, but it seems like the planes are having a lot of trouble flying.”
The man looked at Evan and said abruptly, “I can’t talk about it. Sorry.”
He hurriedly moved off.
Evan came back over to Ian. “Nothing we can do about it now. We’ve got to get to the motel as fast as possible. I don’t want to give the Vespers any chance at all to kidnap Phoenix again.”
Ian nodded and they both ran towardthe cabstand. They quickly found out that itwas too far for a cab to take them. Butthey found a bus that would. They boughttickets and boarded a few minutes before
the bus was scheduled to depart.
Both of them were so engrossed in their journey that they failed to see a vehicle that was following them. There were three people inside, but they had hats and glasses on and their coat collars were pulled up, making it impossible to see who they were.
As the bus pulled off, the other vehicle followed closely.
Amy, Dan, and the others climbed into a
cab outside of Union Station in DC and headed over to the Smithsonian’s National
Museum of American History. It waslocated on the National Mall. The cab
dropped them off on Constitution Avenue and they hurried in. Like almost all museums in DC, the admission was free because all of these facilities were paid for largely with tax dollars and thus open to the country’s citizens without charge. The space inside was divided up into themes. The first floor focused on transportation and technology. There was a large early-style locomotive anchoring this floor. The second floor housed exhibitions on American lives and ideals, and the National Museum of African American History and Culture Gallery. The third floor focused on wars and
politics, and located here was a large exhibition on the men who have been
president of the United States.
Amy and the others paused in the
large lobby and gazed around.
“Where do we start looking?” asked
Dan.
Atticus said, “It makes the most senseto ask someone who works here. Perhapsthere’s a permanent Lewis and Clarkexhibit.”
“Good thinking,” said Amy. But she added in a warning tone, “Be on the lookout for Isabel Kabra. And I doubt
she’ll be traveling alone, so keep watch for her bodyguards, too.”
They headed over to the information desk and were told that there was a Lewis
and Clark display on the third floor.
Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,both veteran soldiers, had been
commissioned by President Thomas Jefferson to explore the Northwest Territory that the United States had acquired from France as part of the Louisiana Purchase of 1803. Their journey led them all the way to the Pacific coast. Early on in the trip, Lewis and Clark were joined by a Shoshone Indian named Sacagawea. She helped guide the expedition westward over the Rocky Mountains. It had been the longest, most arduous expedition ever undertaken in America, and both Lewis and Clark became revered as two of the country’s greatest heroes.
They took the stairs up to the third floor and quickly found the display area.
Items from the legendary expedition wereunder glass, and there were informationcards under every item, explaining whatthey were and how each had been used bythe two famous explorers. However, aftertwenty minutes of examining all of theitems, Amy and the others were no