Ardeth sat atop the cliff, scimitar in one hand and a glass of iced-
tea in the other. A beach umbrella was attached to the plastic lawn chair
he was relaxing in as he donned a pair of sunglasses. He sipped his iced-
tea through a bendy-straw, only to spit it out moments later in disgust.
"Where the HELL is my lemon? I'm the freaking chieftain of the freaking Medjai! How the hell am I supposed to watch over all this sand without my lemon?"
He motions to the closest man and throws the iced-tea in his face. The man nods solemnly, takes the glass, and leaves.
Dashing legionnaire, Rick O'Connell is seen running like a bat out of hell, darting from the ruins of Hamunaptra. He is unknowingly spotted be one of Ardeth's men, who immediately reports it to his leader, saluting in a military fashion.
Ardeth gives him a dirty look.
"For god sakes, man, this isn't the freaking Army..... You have my lemon then?"
"Um, no sir."
Ardeth gives him a blank stare. There is a moment of silence.
"Well go on then." Ardeth stated
The man clears his throat.
"There is a survivor down there.... Should we kill him?"
"Where is he?"
The man points in O'Connell's direction. Ardeth judges the distance.
"No. Too far. Let the desert take care of it."
Another man in a white apron appears next to Ardeth holding a tray with a glass of iced-tea and a freshly cut lemon. Ardeth takes it wordlessly and sinks further into his chair.
O'Connell now notices that there are several conspicuous men standing on a nearby cliff.
"Did he just give me a dirty look?"
Ardeth tips his sunglasses.
"Dirty, godless, son of a pig!" He then promptly gives O'Connell the finger, smirking as he turns around and begins to jog away.
"Yep. Another hard day's work."
"Where the HELL is my lemon? I'm the freaking chieftain of the freaking Medjai! How the hell am I supposed to watch over all this sand without my lemon?"
He motions to the closest man and throws the iced-tea in his face. The man nods solemnly, takes the glass, and leaves.
Dashing legionnaire, Rick O'Connell is seen running like a bat out of hell, darting from the ruins of Hamunaptra. He is unknowingly spotted be one of Ardeth's men, who immediately reports it to his leader, saluting in a military fashion.
Ardeth gives him a dirty look.
"For god sakes, man, this isn't the freaking Army..... You have my lemon then?"
"Um, no sir."
Ardeth gives him a blank stare. There is a moment of silence.
"Well go on then." Ardeth stated
The man clears his throat.
"There is a survivor down there.... Should we kill him?"
"Where is he?"
The man points in O'Connell's direction. Ardeth judges the distance.
"No. Too far. Let the desert take care of it."
Another man in a white apron appears next to Ardeth holding a tray with a glass of iced-tea and a freshly cut lemon. Ardeth takes it wordlessly and sinks further into his chair.
O'Connell now notices that there are several conspicuous men standing on a nearby cliff.
"Did he just give me a dirty look?"
Ardeth tips his sunglasses.
"Dirty, godless, son of a pig!" He then promptly gives O'Connell the finger, smirking as he turns around and begins to jog away.
"Yep. Another hard day's work."