Amunet's scream carried throughout the entire museum, echoing off the walls and alerting Imhotep and the O'Connells. Imhotep moved quicker than both the mortals, speeding towards the source of the scream. Practically breaking the door off its hinges, Imhotep entered Amunet's room to find her pinned on her bed, crawling away at the black robed man who was attempting to drive a knife into Amunet's chest. She was putting up quite a fight, but just like the result of her fight with Imhotep, she had become pinned with little chance of getting out.

Imhotep leapt forward, ramming into the man and driving him into the wall. The O'Connells entered the room, Rick's gun raised and pointed. Imhotep's rage was not extinguished until his hands were around the man's neck. The adrenalin pumping through his veins seemed to fuel his powers for a brief time, granting him the energy to swiftly snap the man's neck. He slid down the wall, falling at Imhotep's feet dead. Imhotep rolled his head, as if his own neck hurt from the act. He turned to see the O'Connells still in the doorway, eyes wide. His eyes moved next to Amunet.

Leaning back on her elbows, her eyes were focused on the man at Imhotep's feet, her brown eyes wide and unblinking. Imhotep looked at him as well, as if trying to see what the problem was. He had gotten rid of her attacker. If anything, the girl should be grateful.

"Everything they told me about you is true."

Imhotep looked up, eyebrows raised. It wasn't a question. Amunet was staring at him, her face pale, her entire body shaking. She seemed to have come to terms with what he was, or at least recognized what he was. He looked at her for a moment before turning to face the O'Connells.

"He was a member of a society created to exterminate any threat that might raise Anubis. They were here to kill me."

"I suppose they don't travel alone?" Evy asked hopefully. Imhotep's attention turned to the window, dark eyes narrowing.

"Never."

Rick sighed, reloading his gun. "Great." As if right on cue, there came a large banging noise from the front door. Not a knock so much as someone trying to break in. "Time to go!" Evy followed her husband out of the room while Imhotep extending his hand to Amunet. She refused it, helping herself off the bed and avoiding his eyes. He watched her closely as she grabbed her satchel and ran after the O'Connells. Whatever 'responsibility' Amunet might have felt towards him had vanished the moment he snapped that man's neck in front of her. Not that her good opinion mattered to him.

He briskly followed after them, already sensing that the museum was being surrounded. Rick and Amunet were having an argument once again, Amunet quickly and carefully taking an ancient vase off a table before O'Connell kicked it over to form a barrier. Imhotep stood over them as they hid behind it, Amunet clutching her satchel and looking terrified.

"C-Can't we just leave?" she stuttered, flinching every time there was a bang on the door. What with the battering ram effect and the storm, they all knew the door couldn't last long.

"This group is trained to eliminate any and all threats," Imhotep said, trying not to show how rattled he was, "They will have the building surrounded." He looked down at Amunet. "Our best chance at leaving this place alive is if we all fight." Amunet begrudgingly looked up at him, the obvious answer being 'no'. His eyes narrowed.

Was she really so selfish with her own life that she would not fight? He looked into her eyes and found that that answer was not the right one. She was not afraid for herself, she was afraid for them. Looking away, he took place beside O'Connell who tensed at his presence. Muttering under his breath, he rested his gun on the tables edge and focused his attention on the door, which was about to give way. Imhotep smirked, looking at the door as well. He never would have thought that he would be fighting alongside the O'Connells. Well, stranger things had happened.

O'Connell gave word of warning and the door burst open. A large wave of sand, along with what looked like a small army entered the museum. O'Connell let loose his weapon, and even Evy had a small firearm that she had tucked away. It was a blur of gunfire and bodies. Imhotep caught a glimpse of more men coming in through the kitchen and turned to face them.

Most were armed with knives and long, curved swords. Not wanting to exhaust himself into a stupor, he refrained from his powers and rammed into the attackers, flipping them over his back, and snapping the next man's wrist. He was ruthless. He hoped the blasted O'Connells had enough weaponry to handle the front. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Amunet clutching her satchel, looking around at the turmoil, as well as her life's work being destroyed before her eyes. Explosions rang in Imhotep's ears. They had brought firearms of their own. That complicated things.

O'Connell yelled something to Evy who relayed it back to Imhotep.

"We need to get out of here now!" she yelled. "We can't hold them back much longer!" Imhotep removed the sword from the stomach of one of the men, looking on at the rest of the men that they could not deal with on their own. He looked down at Evy and saw the intention in her eyes. He ground his teeth together. He would regret this.

Tossing aside the body, Imhotep stepped in front of the table, extending his arms. The O'Connell bunkered down behind the table, while Amunet get up on her knees to look at him. He made eye contact for a moment before turning his attention to the men who looked not in the least bit concerned. Gathering up the last of his energy, he opened his mouth and sent a large sand projection towards the unsuspecting assassins.

The sand outside picked up speed, soaring around the building in a vortex, breaking the windows of the museum and spilling in. A large projection formed in front of Imhotep, building in thickness as well as rage. He let out a mighty roar and sent the wave of sand throughout the entire museum. Amunet ducked down behind the table, barely avoiding the blast that almost sent the table flying over their heads. There were screams as the men remaining the building were buried or throw into the walls or out the museum itself.

The sand died down, leaving Imhotep swaying in the middle of the room. The O'Connells peeked over the table to find themselves in the middle of a sand crater, the sand nearly reaching the roof of the entryway. Imhotep turned, nearly falling over.

"We need to leave. Now!" Evy said, helping a shaky Amunet to her feet. Rick, after a moment to wipe the sand from his eyes, jumped over the table to examine the front the building inaccessible.

"Could have left us a way out!" he said, earning a glare from Imhotep, often times the only reply O'Connell ever got from the High Priest.

"We can get out th-through the back," Amunet whispered, watching Imhotep as he turned to face her. He could hardly feel his on skin for lack of blood flow. He felt everything go black before side stepping. The last thing he saw was Amunet and the O'Connell watching him in surprise as he toppled over into darkness.