"Good morning class." Professor Bell called out to her class of 78 students. The professor was dressed in a pair of beige dress pants and a simple black tank with Converse slip-ons. Her long curly brown dyed blond hair was pulled back and thick REBELDE glasses hung in front of her dark almost too dark brown eyes.

"Good Morning Professor Bell." The class chorused. They enjoyed Professor Bell's class since she was close to their age and always had something sarcastic to say about everything. And she could fix their Ipods.

"I hope some of you attended Mr. Gates' lecture yesterday. I went and learned quite a bit." The professor didn't attend normal lectures by other historians, only Mr. Benjamin Gates and his lectures were rare to get into. "How many of you read chapter 26 of your books last night?" 100 percent of the class raised their hands. "Good. Who can explain to me what or who Knights Templar was and who the Freemasons were and how they were connected?"

"The Freemasons were a division of the Knights Templar, who were members of the Christian military order that protected the ever-growing treasure that started as King Solomon's treasure in Jerusalem. The Knights were protecting Christian pilgrims when they found the treasure. The Knights, or Freemasons, then eventually took the treasure to the New World and buried it under the Trinity Church on the corner of Wall Street and Broadway, which was actually the street where the Dutch built a wall to block out the British. The Freemasons at the time included George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Paul Revere, and others. Nine of which signed the Declaration of Independence." Someone said in the back of the auditorium where Professor Bell held class.

"Amazing. Are you a historian?" Professor Bell said sarcastically, unhappy to have her class disrupted by someone who must have memorized her schedule.

"No. Well kinda. I'm the one who found the Templar Treasure." The man said and walked down the stairs toward the stage where Ms. Bell was standing by her desk.

"Mr. Gates?! I'm sorry I didn't recognize your voice. Class, this is Mr. Benjamin Gates, the finder of the Templar treasure."

"Good morning Mr. Gates." The class called out.

"Wow, nice class. You run a tight ship or do they just like me?"

"A bit of both. What can I do for you since you wrapped up my class in less than 3 minutes?" The class 'oohed'. No one would dare try to teach the Professor's lessons for her. "Class, settle down!" the professor said taking off her glasses and almost slamming them down on the desk behind her. Let's just say she had a short fuse that day.

"I'd rather speak to you about it in private."

"Why do we have to recruit another person on our little quest?" Riley Poole said walking down the main stairs in the auditorium.

"Oh, hello Mr. Poole. Oh that reminds me! Class, your new textbook will be needed for class tomorrow. The title is 'the Templar Treasure' by Mr. Riley Poole, here. If you get it signed, you get 20 points extra credit to your grade. Class dismissed, oh, and turn in your essays tomorrow." The class filed out of the large room quickly, which was normal on days when Professor Bell made her anger obvious. "I'm sorry about that. I've been having a bad day."

"We haven't really met. I'm Ben Gates, this is Riley Poole." He said motioning to Riley who wasn't very enthusiastic looking.

"And I'm Professor Liberty Bell, head of the History department here. I teach American History."

"American History, impressive."

"Yawn, bore fest." Riley stated.

"Well its pre-colonial history too. I had to re-teach that part of the subject again thanks to you and Mr. Poole's discovery of Cibola." Professor Liberty said ignoring Riley.

"Your accent? British?" Ben said, it was kind of hard to understand her.

"Yes, with a bit of Spanish and French thrown in. I've lived in all my motherlands at one point."

"Very impressive, do you speak any of the languages?"

"Oui monsieur, très bien. Vous souhaitez moi dire une certaine sorte de fait dans l'Espagnol?" (Yes sir, very well. Do you wish for me to say some sort of fact in Spanish?)

"Amazing! Your accent is flawless!"

"Umm, what?" Riley asked.

"I spoke French, Monsieur Doofus."

"Oh. Doesn't monsieur mean mister?" Riley questioned.

"Umm, duh?" Professor Liberty said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. "I thought you were supposed to be the genius in the group besides Ben." Riley rolled his eyes. He already didn't like this girl.

"I know you are in possession of an artifact from Hernan Cortes' ship when he arrived in Yucatan."

"She is?"

"I am?"

"Yes. A sword. A decorative saber perhaps?"

"Oh! That! That sword has been passed down for generations in my family. My grandmamma says that my family is descended the slave Esteban who was shown Cibola or Cortes, the Spaniard conquistador who conquered the Aztecs. I don't have it with me though, it's at my apartment downtown. Stop over after 4 today, I still have classes to tend to until then."

"Alright, do you mind if I bring my wife?" Ben asked as Professor Bell wrote down her address and the time to go to her place. The Professor said it was fine and handed the post-it to Riley.

"I trust that you can hold onto this." The Professor said as students started to arrive to class. "It was nice to meet you both."

"Yeah, yeah." Riley muttered stuffing the paper into his jean pocket.

"It was a pleasure to meet you Professor."

"You can call me Liberty, ya know."

"I'll remember that." Ben said as he and Riley left out a side entrance.

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