And just let them do whatever they want? I demanded silently.
Max, they’re children. They’re just along for the ride. A strong leader can bend sometimes.
I opened my eyes. “Fine. We’ll take a tour, hit the hot spots. Angel, get us on one of those double-decker bus tour things.”
“Okay!” she agreed happily, while Nudge punched the air. We headed for the Ground Transportation area.
“I want to ride on top!” Total said, trotting at Angel’s side. “But in Max’s jacket, ’cause it’s cold.”
“Oh, yay,” I said so no one could hear me. You’re wrong, Voice, I thought. They’re kids, but they’re not just along for the ride. I need every one of them if I’m going to succeed.
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“Those aren’t the real jewels.” I was certain of it. No way would they just have the real Crown Jewels of England hanging out in a glass case where anyone could knock it over.
“They’re so beautiful,” Nudge breathed, leaning as close as she could to them. “The Imperial State Crown. Golly. I would love to have a crown like that.”
And I was so sure she would get her wish, because bizarre science experiments so often become crowned heads of state. Jeez.
“Get a load of the scepter,” Total whispered. “How do you like that rock?”
“It says they’re real,” said Angel, pointing to a placard. “That’s the real Cullinan diamond. I like the Orb.”
“What, and the queen just comes and gets them when she’s going to Parliament?” I scoffed. I turned to Ari. “What does that other sign say? On your side.”
Ari looked at me, and for just a second he was almost recognizable as the little boy who used to follow me around so long ago. His face flushed, highlighting the scars that had pretty much healed over. “Don’t know,” he said, turning away. “Can’t read.”
“Let’s go to Madame Tussauds,” said Total. “We must!”
“I don’t know who any of these ‘famous’ people are,” said Angel, once we were inside Tussauds.
We were moving around a room full of wax celebrities, and frankly, the only way I would have been more uncomfortable was if I had rocks in my shoes. For those of us who grew up being subjected to evil scientists’ tests, walking around lifelike figurines who could leap out at us at any second was totally unnerving.
I was watching the figures like a hawk (get it? li’l’ flock humor for ya there), waiting for someone’s eyes to move, someone’s chest to rise and fall with breathing. So far, none of them had budged. Which didn’t mean none of them would.
“Me neither,” said Nudge, sounding disappointed.
“Me neither,” said Ari. Next to all of these smooth wax figures, his rough features and voice stood out like a brick in a jewelry case.
“Um, I think this one is Brad Pitt,” I said, pointing. “Who knew he was this tall?”
“Who’s Brad Pitt?” Angel asked.
Total tsked and scratched behind one ear with a hind leg. “Only a world-famous movie star,” he said. “Read a paper sometimes, will you?”
I let out a breath. “I’m sorry, guys. I’m trying to get on board with the whole sightseeing thing, but this place gives me the willies.”
“Is that the technical term?” asked Total. “The willies?”
“Yes,” I said. “Anyway, one of these suckers is going to move, and then I’m going to take the whole room out. I have to get out of here.”
“Oh, thank God,” said Nudge. “I hate this place.”
“Me too,” said Angel.
Total shook his head, looking disgusted. “You people. This is modern culture.”
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