pinkxjellybean, Kahmunrah's normal size in this one and all later ones, but I won't stop you from writing a story about little Kahmunrah being a maniac. That might actually be pretty funny.

Chapter Six

Larry waited by the service door until Tally came to, which was about an hour later. "You okay?"

"Peachy," Tally muttered, slowly sitting up and stretching her back. "He got away, didn't he?"

"Yeah."

"We're screwed, aren't we?"

"Yeah."

Tally got to her feet and walked out of the room, walking straight into the Egyptian wing. Ahkmenrah was out, but the other was awake, huddled in a corner. "My jar," he whispered.

"Sorry, dude. We tried to get it back," Tally said.

"You mean he got away with it?" He shot to his feet and took two quick strides toward Tally. "He got away with my jar?"

"Yeah, not like he can go far with stolen goods, anymore, but yeah."

"What are you saying?"

"Give me a sec to get over your lisp, but what I mean to say is, the only people who can know by now would be his two buddies. He has to forge paperwork and get himself into a high-end auction within get-away distance, avoid the cops, and not look like the cat that swallowed the canary. All that takes time, patience, and, for the most part, sobriety."

"And if he doesn't want to auction it?"

"What else could you do with a jar associated with Isis?"

"Many things. And for reference, this is your fault!" He walked away, rubbing his eyes until he paused and looked up at the ceiling.

"Who is this guy?"

"I am Kahmunrah! I am half-"

"'Kay, got that. We're gonna get that jar back, okay?"

"Are you...I mean it's only-" Larry stuttered.

"Yes, I'm sure, and I know it's my first day, but I'm not about to let it be my last, either, 'specially with him." Tally gestured to Kahmunrah, who had turned sideways and glared at her.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Sort of, since for now, Cecil and I live together."

"Okay, you run home and do what you need to do, and I'll cover you."

"Sounds good, thanks."

Tally ran out the front door, only to find Cecil's car still there, empty save a book on the dash. "Shit," she cried, attempting to wrench the door open. At least the guy left his car locked. Tally looked around for some kind of weapon and, finding none, hopped on the hood and kicked in the windshield. She snatched the book and climbed into the driver's seat. "Shit," she cried again, seeing that Cecil had taken the keys. She leafed through the book to find that in it was a series of rituals, and several pages had been torn out.

She patted herself down for her cell phone and, having found it, and dialed a number she knew by heart.

"Hello?" Cecil slurred.

"I've got the rest of the book and I know where the rest of the heads are."

"Don' need 'em." God, she thought, he was massively drunk. "We're gonna be gods anyway."

"Are you sure? There are things at this museum that you need for your ritual that you can't find in an apartment like ours."

"Tha's assuming I'm coming back. The museum's a mortals' place." Cecil's voice began to slow. Tally distinctly heard a thud, and then she hung up and crawled out of the car through the windshield, leaving the book where it was and spending the last of the money in her jeans on taxi fare.

The apartment was exactly as she expected to find it. The stench of alcohol filled the small space, and Cecil, Gus, and Reginald were all virtually passed out drunk, their bottles scattered about, some leaving stains behind. Cecil was even still holding the phone. She glanced around before finding the jar on the coffee table. Stepping around everything, she found a small bag on the floor, slung it over her shoulder, snatched the jar and tucked it in the bag, along with Cecil's carefully snatched wallet. Gus began to stir, groan, and move about, so Tally slipped out of the apartment building as quickly as possible.

She flagged down a taxi and gave directions quickly, but as the cabby pulled away, her fears were confirmed, as a drunken but awake Gus stumbled onto the street.

Having paid fare out of her grandfather's wallet and dashed up the stairs to the front door, Tally reached for the door when she was grabbed by a pair of hands and dragged aside. "I really don't mean to do this," was the last thing she heard.