disclamer: not mine, hollywoods

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"This dog-thing is Anubis, right?" asked Ren, patting the stone face of a dog-headed statue, "What are we looking for exactly?" She went to help to give Ivette a hand with an old mirror.

"This base of this statue is underground, thank you," she said, standing the mirror up and cleaning it off, "The book of Amun-ra is said to be buried at the base of Anubis."

"The Book of the Living?" questioned Ren, "Under the God of the underworld?"

"Why doesn't that make sense?" offered Will

"She reads the works of the Bembridge scholars like the Holy Scriptures," James said, "Are we ever going to go down that hole into the city, or just stay up here and play with mirrors all day."

Will handed him a rope that was fastened to a column. "Want to go first?" he asked, to which James shook his head, "Okay, I will. Yeah, I heard you the first time. I'll watch for bugs." He slid down before the warden could start another one of his rants about hating bugs.

"Why?" Ren asked, preparing to follow him, "I like bugs. Just not spiders. If I see a spiders I'm running away screaming, so you were warned."

"Yeah, I know," Will called up, "Just hurry up, will ya?"

A short while later

"I don't call it paranoid," Will said, "I call it careful." He held up a gun at ready. Then there was a sound from down the hall they were headed down.

"Really?" James muttered, he was visibly shaking, "I call it scared."

"You're one to talk," Ren said, snickering, "You look like you're ready to run out of here like a bat out of Hell."

"Shhh," Will said. He leaned against the base of the statue of Anubis. He cocked the hammer of his gun.

The next second, the large group of Americans had six-shooter aimed at them. Will had his pistol. Ren a shotgun. The warden a handgun. But James was unique. He had a little "pea shooter."

"Jesus!" Dave exclaimed, "You scared the hell out of us, you idiots."

"Excuse me?" Ren could not stand to be insulted in such a way, "You wanna repeat that? Come over here, I got something for you." She aimed her shotgun at his head.

Ivy stepped forward and grabbed Ren's gun. Will spoke up. "Well, gents," he said, "could you just get out of here? We've got a lot of work to get done today."

"I should say the same to you," said an Egyptologist, "this is our dig site."

"We were here first," said Ivette.

"Which reminds me," James piped in, "where's that $500 that you owe our Sergeant here?"

This was ignored. Beni popped in out of nowhere. "You've got bad odds," he commented, "four of you, fifteen of me."

"I've had worse," Will said. Ren said this with him, but she substitued "I've" for "he's."

Ivette spoke up to calm them. "No," she said, pushing a few Americans' guns down, "Let's try to play nice." The warden put his gun away as did James. Ivy put a hand on Will's arm. "We can find some where else to dig."

"Good luck with that," Ren muttered, "He never backs down from a challenge." Only James heard he believed her completely. The two were amazed to see Will nod and put his gun back in it's holster.

"Gentleman," he said, as a closing to the conversation. He let Ivy lead him down the nearby hall.

Everyone followed, but Ren was last to come to her senses. She stared blankly after her brother until she heard a man say, "What a woman can do to a strong man." She glared at an American she knew only as Mr. Henderson before following the rest of the group.