Two weeks later

Hamanaptra

Kaleb Henderson dismounted his horse and droped down into the passage him and Nicholas Tompson had cleared,"Hey, Tompson!" he yelled, lighting a tourch and looking around for any sign of Nicholas.

"Did you get the box, Henderson?" Nicholas, asked, appearing across the room.

Kaleb pulled the little puzzle box he had stolen from the muesum out of his pocket,"Sure as hell. Almost got caught. This better be worth it, Tompson."

"Oh it will be." Nicholas took the box from his partner,"It will be."

"Did you find that damned book yet?"

"Sure did, it's up in my tent." Nicholas lead Kaleb up out of the large, dark, underground chamber. One of the two rooms in Hamanaptra that haden't totaly been sunken under the sand. He hurried to his tent. Artifacts, clothes, and books were all over the ground and stacked probably a foot high on his cot.

"Shit, Tompson, you're livin like a pig!"

"Shut the hell up!" Nicholas spat.

Kaleb glared at him,"Let's get the show on the road already!"

Nicholas grabed a backpack that was laying on the floor. Unzipping it, he dug through a few things, tossing even more junk onto his cot. He pulled out a huge black book. "The Book of the Dead." Nicholas grinned an almost evil grin,"Time to get us our prize." He grabed the puzzle box, opening it up into a star shape and matched it up one of the symbols on the book front. He turned the key and they bolth leaned forward as they heard the loud click of the lock giving way...

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Jonathan hurried through the mueum, in search of Evelyn. He found her in the library, completely obsorbed in a book. "Morning old mum."

Evelyn forced a smile,"Good morning Jonathan."

He went over to her and put an arm around her,"How are you doing today, Evie?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine." she stood up to put the book back on the shelf,"Just fine."

Jonathan knew better. She hed spent the whole first day O'connell was gone crying. Evelyn didn't even go to work for a couple days, then she threw herself into it more violently then ever. She spent every waking hour at the mueum, and sometimes she'd fall asleep in her office. She had totaly cut herself off from anything in the world that didn't have to do with her job. Jonathan was truthfuly, incredably scared for her. He loved her. She was all he had left after their parents died. He was so scared he haden't even had a drink in the past two weeks.

"Jonathan, don't worry about me." Evelyn told him,"It's okay."

He smiled at her,"It's my job to worry, Evie. I'm your big brother. I have to worry." he decided agianst teling her he knew what she was feeling. She would just deny it and be mad at him. "I'm going to the bar. I'll be home early. Maybe we can eat togehter?" Jonathan suggested, hoping to get her somewhere besides here.

"Possibly." Evelyn gave him a weak smile,"Bye."

"Bye, old mum."

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Jonathan skimed the crowd, trying to decide if he wanted to play poker now or save it for later. He spoted a depressed figure hunched over at the bar and made his way to sit by it. "Hey, O'connell. Long time no see."

Rick turned his attention to Jonathan then back to his drink,"Yeah, I guess so."

"You look like hell, old boy."

"Words of encoragement huh?" Rick raised an eyebrow,"Well, I fell like it, why not look like it too?"

"Where have you been over these weeks?"

"Hotel down the street."

"Are you planning to spend the rest of your life there?"

"No. I'm going back to America. Figure I could use a trip home. May even stay." Rick shugged,"Who knows?"

"A-America?"

"Why not? I don't have anything here worth staying for."

"She isnt worth staying for?" Jonathan tryed to sound casual with that question.

Rick turned to Jonathan for a little while then took a big swig out of the bottle he was holding, and set it back down empty. "I didn't say that."

Jonathan just gave up on that idea,"So when are you going to back to America?"

"Two weeks. It'll give me sometime to say goodbye to the city. Can't find adventure in Chicago like you can here."

Jonathan snorted,"Yeah, there arent many mummies in Chicago are there?"

"Not at all. Thank the lord. I've had my share of mummies for a lifetime or two."

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