A Relic Hunter- serial.
Ramifications
Written by Caleb Jones and Eric.
(We do not own the copyright - we are just playing with the characters)
Prelude to a Wish
Sydney, with her usual impatience with customary precautions dragged her assistant Nigel forward into the flames. Nigel managed to keep the flames down by hitting them with his jacket. With his free hand, he helped Sydney pull an old chest out of the burning ruins.
"Sydney, it's bloody hot! Hell it's on fire!" Nigel said as he dropped the chest on the floor. "And so am I!" He beat at the flames that were beginning to set his shirt on fire. "Ouch! Ouch!"
"I swear, Nigel, you are such a baby sometimes! She splashed his burning chest and the antique chest with water from her Avian bottle. The flames died off and Nigel took a deep breath and calmed down. "Carry the burning chest and I'll take the rest of stolen artifacts! This building is ready to go up in flames and I want to be out of here when it does!" The tall, exotically beautiful Professor Fox ordered her singed assistant to follow her out..
Nigel groaned. 'She who must be obeyed...' was at it again. He did as he was told, as usual. Sydney scooped up the rest and they ran for the safety of the catacombs! Flames almost overwhelmed them as they rushed out. 'Just once, I wish I were the boss!' Nigel thought, as the retracted door to the hidden chamber room dropped once more behind them.
In the relative safety of the catacombs, the smell of burning wood lessened and they took a break to open the still smoking chest by torchlight. The long lost prize was really theirs! At last, the ancient Egyptian Idol of Ram would return to the modern world.
"We did it Nigel!" Sydney smothered an urge to kiss her assistant. They were both professionals, after all.
He nodded, tired and singed around the edges, but triumphant.
Neither Nigel nor Sydney had much to say. Their journey back to the University was long and contemplative.
As usual, the international media wanted to interview Sydney about her latest accomplishment. She was an ideal source for the news media. Sydney Fox was one of the most beautiful, sexy women on the planet. She looked like an exotic goddess, part Chinese, part Hawaiian, and part Caucasian, and the mixture was greater than the sum of its parts. She could well have been movie star gorgeous, and the camera loved her. Of course so did the men, her trail of broken hearts was longer than the list of the antique relics she found or recovered.
The press conference began and the slightly shorter, diffident Englishman Nigel Bailey held the figurine higher for the photographers and TV cameras and grumbled to himself. Sydney's teaching assistant always pulled his weight with their relic hunting efforts, but Sydney, of course, got all the glory. Unlike himself, Sydney was not only head of the department, but nearly world famous and the sexy, brainy combination made for terrific copy. He was lucky if his name was mentioned in the same articles with hers. And when he was mentioned, his name was usually misspelled. Gloomily, in a rare fit of depression, he was amazed that even his parents remembered his name! "For once, I'd like to change places with Sydney and get to be the world famous, glamorous archeologist and the center of the spotlight while Sydney takes a backseat to me!"
Sydney hated the press. She felt that with a few exceptions, most reporters were liars who would sell their mothers into prostitution for the story, or change the truth to suit their interpretation of events! It didn't help much that they were so pushy and often interfered with her work. It was a major chore just to be patient with them, but it was part of the job.
"Please Professor Fox, could you both hold up the idol with your assistant! It will make a great shot!"
Sydney forced a smile on her lips. 'Just once,' she idly wished, 'I'd love to swap places with Nigel and be the assistant and let Nigel deal with these obnoxious reporters'. She touched the ancient relic as they both held it high for the photographers
All the cameras flashed at once as the Idol known as Mr. Ram granted them their idle wishes!
(Note: Mr. Ram is a magical statue in the novel Turnabout by Thorne Smith.)
Ramifications
Written by Caleb Jones and Eric.
(We do not own the copyright - we are just playing with the characters)
Prelude to a Wish
Sydney, with her usual impatience with customary precautions dragged her assistant Nigel forward into the flames. Nigel managed to keep the flames down by hitting them with his jacket. With his free hand, he helped Sydney pull an old chest out of the burning ruins.
"Sydney, it's bloody hot! Hell it's on fire!" Nigel said as he dropped the chest on the floor. "And so am I!" He beat at the flames that were beginning to set his shirt on fire. "Ouch! Ouch!"
"I swear, Nigel, you are such a baby sometimes! She splashed his burning chest and the antique chest with water from her Avian bottle. The flames died off and Nigel took a deep breath and calmed down. "Carry the burning chest and I'll take the rest of stolen artifacts! This building is ready to go up in flames and I want to be out of here when it does!" The tall, exotically beautiful Professor Fox ordered her singed assistant to follow her out..
Nigel groaned. 'She who must be obeyed...' was at it again. He did as he was told, as usual. Sydney scooped up the rest and they ran for the safety of the catacombs! Flames almost overwhelmed them as they rushed out. 'Just once, I wish I were the boss!' Nigel thought, as the retracted door to the hidden chamber room dropped once more behind them.
In the relative safety of the catacombs, the smell of burning wood lessened and they took a break to open the still smoking chest by torchlight. The long lost prize was really theirs! At last, the ancient Egyptian Idol of Ram would return to the modern world.
"We did it Nigel!" Sydney smothered an urge to kiss her assistant. They were both professionals, after all.
He nodded, tired and singed around the edges, but triumphant.
Neither Nigel nor Sydney had much to say. Their journey back to the University was long and contemplative.
As usual, the international media wanted to interview Sydney about her latest accomplishment. She was an ideal source for the news media. Sydney Fox was one of the most beautiful, sexy women on the planet. She looked like an exotic goddess, part Chinese, part Hawaiian, and part Caucasian, and the mixture was greater than the sum of its parts. She could well have been movie star gorgeous, and the camera loved her. Of course so did the men, her trail of broken hearts was longer than the list of the antique relics she found or recovered.
The press conference began and the slightly shorter, diffident Englishman Nigel Bailey held the figurine higher for the photographers and TV cameras and grumbled to himself. Sydney's teaching assistant always pulled his weight with their relic hunting efforts, but Sydney, of course, got all the glory. Unlike himself, Sydney was not only head of the department, but nearly world famous and the sexy, brainy combination made for terrific copy. He was lucky if his name was mentioned in the same articles with hers. And when he was mentioned, his name was usually misspelled. Gloomily, in a rare fit of depression, he was amazed that even his parents remembered his name! "For once, I'd like to change places with Sydney and get to be the world famous, glamorous archeologist and the center of the spotlight while Sydney takes a backseat to me!"
Sydney hated the press. She felt that with a few exceptions, most reporters were liars who would sell their mothers into prostitution for the story, or change the truth to suit their interpretation of events! It didn't help much that they were so pushy and often interfered with her work. It was a major chore just to be patient with them, but it was part of the job.
"Please Professor Fox, could you both hold up the idol with your assistant! It will make a great shot!"
Sydney forced a smile on her lips. 'Just once,' she idly wished, 'I'd love to swap places with Nigel and be the assistant and let Nigel deal with these obnoxious reporters'. She touched the ancient relic as they both held it high for the photographers
All the cameras flashed at once as the Idol known as Mr. Ram granted them their idle wishes!
(Note: Mr. Ram is a magical statue in the novel Turnabout by Thorne Smith.)