The pyramid grew as they got closer. The M.U.L.E. stopped few feet from the sun lit pyramid wall. The tan stone surface had a weather beaten look to it.
"Let's search for an entrance," said Deckland getting out.
Choosing a direction, they walked around the pyramid looking for that entrance.
Noticing Rath walking with his hands in his coat pockets not really looking for an entrance, "You're not pulling your weight to look for an entrance," remarked Sparx.
"Don't like to waste energy."
"Saving it for your mate."
"No, just that an entrance won't be found."
"These symbols seemed an old language," said Deckland bring the rest of the crew to his location, "Translation a little difficult."
"Only the chosen can enter," remarked Rath.
"You can read this?"
"Making an educated guess."
"No opening can be found," stated Frag.
"Unless we make one," said Desmond holding a metal case.
In fact, all the armadiles were holding metal case. Pushing a button on the case handle, the cases became automatic plasma rifles.
Pumping the grenade launcher, "This will open this stone chest," said Desmond aiming at the pyramid wall.
"Stop, Desmond!" ordered Deckland standing between the barrel of Desmond's rifle and the pyramid wall, "This is great discovery."
"Can't spend great discoveries. These tombs have treasure that's worth more then what you pay us."
"Guess you like being lost," remarked Rath clasping his hands behind his back.
Turning his rifle onto Rath, "You'll going to be joining him."
"Like I said, you like being lost," rocking back and forth on his feet, "I mean if you know your way through go ahead shoot us."
"Tunnels?"
"Yeah, those long winding networks of tunnels that lead nowhere. But since you're going go ahead fire away."
"Is that true, Deckland?"
"Better yet ask him where the entrance is?" asked Sparx.
"She's right," said Desmond, "Where's the entrance?"
"Requires no shooting the hostages," said Rath, "No hostages, no bargaining chip."
"Then don't waste time," remarked Desmond, "or our fingers may slip against the trigger."
Popping fasteners on the flip of his satchel bag, "Fine," pulling the flip open.
Retrieving his wrist gauntlets from his bag, he slipped them on.
"Do you need those?" asked Geist.
"If you keep the crosshairs on me," said Rath pulling a long rectangle case from his bag.
Attaching it to his right wrist gauntlet, he made a fist. Two serrated blades popped from the case bringing all the rifles onto him.
"Now you see way you needed hostages," remarked Rath walking towards the pyramid wall.
"No entrance," stated Sparx.
"Thy of little faith."
Brushing sand away, Rath stared at two parallel lines. Inserting the blades into the lines, he turned his hand counterclockwise. A section of wall lowered into the ground revealing a stone hallway.
"There you go," said Rath, "Now leave the hostages behind and I'll lead you to your just award."
"Got a better idea," said Desmond, "To keep you honest, the hostages are coming with us."
"Damn the writer," thought Rath.
Entering, their footsteps vibrated through the stone floors towards a nest miles below them. The vibration of their footsteps woke something big, black and mean.
Back at the ship, Raven was twirling her thumbs and thinking, "Why did I agree to this boring detail?"
