Okay. Here's the next part. Sorry for the lack of updates.

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"Captain."

Nemo looked over as one of his crew entered the dining room. Nemo and Mina were standing at the table, looking over a paper sent to them a few days ago by the British Empire.

"What is it?" Nemo asked as he walked foreword.

"We got a signal in morse code a few minutes ago." As the man spoke he offered a piece of paper to Nemo, who took it without hesitation. "I wrote it in English for you." Then, giving a small nod, he left the dining room.

Nemo unfolded the piece of paper and quickly read what was written. His eyes widened in surprise.

"What does it say?" Mina asked. Nemo handed her the paper. She took it and read from it.

The note said the following:

The League

I am sending this to you to inform you of a crisis that we have learned of just this very day. Apparently a group of diggers have discovered the location of the infamous city of the dead, Hamunaptra, and yes, the city does exist…as well as some rather terrifying dangers that lie beneath its surfaces. You must travel to Egypt and find the city, stopping the diggers. If you arrive too late, then may God have mercy on this world…

Sincerely, Nathaniel Egoyan.

Mina put the letter on the table, her thoughts focused on what he meant by the last line. She had heard many things about the supposed city of the dead in her travels with her now dead husband Jonathan Harker, and there was only one thing that she remembered that was the closest to what this man was talking about.

Something about a priest who had been fated to endure an Egyptian curse so horrible, that if should have ever risen from the dead, he would be an invincible god.

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Becky's eyes slowly opened as she sat up. Looking around she saw that she was in a dark room, no light.

"What happened…" she trailed off, when she remembered what did happen. "Joe," she whispered as she let out a small sob, before placing her face in one of her hands as she started to cry.

First Huck, and now Joe were dead, and Joe had died trying to protect her.

Then the door opened and Becky raised her head, wiping away some of the tears. Her dark blue eyes instantly narrowed into slits as Rigel entered the room. No longer wearing the suit from earlier, he was now clad in a dark robe like outfit. His sword was not hanging from his belt either. Pulling up a chair that was in the room, he sat in it, and then leaned towards her, a small smirk on his face.

"Now, I apologize for-" he stopped, closing his eyes when the glob of saliva hit his face when Becky spat at him. Slightly growling, he raised his hand and wiped it off. "As I was saying, I apologize for being forced to kill your little friend…but that shouldn't suggest I didn't enjoy it nonetheless."

The smirk was instantly wiped off his face when Becky lashed out with her fist, catching him in the jaw. His head whipped back, and then his arm lashed out, backhanding Becky and knocking her to the floor with a cry.

He stood up, raising a finger as he wiped away some of the blood that had trickled from his nose. Snarling, he moved forward and placed his foot down on Becky's throat. She gasped, and started struggling, trying to get him off her.

"Listen to me, you little wench," he began as he leaned down, his voice practically venom. "If you ever touch me again, I will skin you alive." With that, he backhanded her again, and removed his foot, before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Once he was gone Becky sat up, rubbing her jaw, where a bruise was now starting to form. She leaned against the wall, looking utterly devoid of hope.

She was going to die. She knew already.

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Nathaniel Egoyan starred out at the sun as it started to disappear over the horizon in Egypt. He had just arrived that day, waiting and hoping if The League would arrive in time to be able to stop this, evil from being unleashed.

He hoped it wasn't too late.

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"Hey!"

The two other diggers looked over as their companion pulled something out from a small chest. It was a large black book, which seemed to be made out of stone. "It does exist!"

"What are you talking about?" one of the other two diggers asked as he and the other moved forward, starring at the book in puzzlement. "Who cares about a damn book? Where's the treasure?"

The man holding the book glanced at his partners with an annoyed expression. "This IS treasure." Then he turned his attention back to the book. "Wait a minute," he began, as he traced his fingers across the star shaped hole on the page. I've seen this before." He stopped, and looked at the first man, who was wearing a black box shaped item around his neck. He snatched it off, ignoring the protests, and moved it around in his hand, until it suddenly opened, revealing that the top was split into five triangles.

He placed it over the hole, where it fit perfectly. He smirked at his friends before twisting the 'key', and the book popped open. He leaned down, inspecting the interior of the book. "Well, what do we have here?" he asked, more to himself than the others, as he started reading from it, the text Egyptian.

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In the darkness of the tomb, it was quiet, an eerie calm that didn't seem normal, even for the crypt.

And then something stirred within its sarcophagus.

A roar shattered the calm.

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Nathaniel looked up as the wind seemed to pick up around the area. That was odd…

He raised his head as a buzzing noise filled his ears. And then he saw it.

"Oh dear god," he whispered to himself as in the distance, what appeared to be a dark cloud was moving closer and closer by the second.

Only it wasn't a cloud.

It was a swarm, of locusts.

He instantly ducked inside his house, slamming all the windows and doors shut, locking them as outside, he began to hear screams as the buzzing grew to its maximum volume.

"Oh no…" he trailed off, as he realized what must have happened.

It was too late…the creature was alive.