Treasure Hunt
Chapter 2: The Request.
Isis sat on the couch reading the news paper, when a shriek filled the air.
"MIHO! BRING BACK MY CLOTHES NOW!!!" Marik howled.
Miho came darting into the room, and dived behind Isis.
"HIDE ME!" She howled. She then burst out laughing. Rishid came into the room, and jerked something Miho's hands. With a glare, he turned around, and stomped into the bathroom, where a grateful Marik took his clothes.
Isis sighed. Looks like she was going to have to lecture Miho on the importance of not stealing other peoples clothes. Again.
"I know! I know!" Miho said, holding up her hands. Then sitting up straight, and doing a very good impression of Isis's voice, she said, "You shouldn't go around stealing people's clothes. It's very rude, and embarrassing for your victim. Especially depending on the situation. So no more stealing. OK?"
Isis shook her head.
"I told my self pretty good, didn't I?" Miho asked with a smirk.
"What's with you, and doing that?" Isis asked.
"What's wrong with wanting to see a good looking guy, with his shirt off?" Miho retorted.
"Pants?"
"Accident."
With a snort, Isis turned back to her paper.
"I'm serious! It really was an accident!"
Miho was about to say more, when some one knocked on the door. Rishid came in to answer it, but Miho beat him to it.
At the door stood a man in his early thirties, with a medium build, and brown hair. His dress was casual, but the way he held him self suggested he had plenty of authority. He kind of reminded Isis of Seto, in his own way.
"Ms. Ishtar?" He asked uncertainly.
"Future Mrs. Ishtar." Miho replied with no shame, and a huge grin.
Isis calmly stepped in front of Miho, and shook the man's hand. "I'm Isis Ishtar. Would you like to come in?"
"Why, yes. I'm Seth Carter. Nice to meet you, Ms. Ishtar."
He stepped around Isis, and took a seat on a chair. For the first time, Isis noticed a brief case in his hand. He looked Isis up and down, and his eyes rested on her cleavage for a moment longer than it should have. He then looked at Miho in the same manner, and smile slightly. Isis decided she didn't like him, and she certainly didn't trust him. She wondered what Mr. Carter wanted.
Marik, and Rishid took a seat across from him, and from the scowls on their faces, they had noticed where Mr. Carter's eyes had been roaming, also, and they didn't approve.
Giving no notice to them, Mr. Carter opened his brief case, and removed a folder. He sat it in his lap, and said, "Have you ever heard of the Sahara Tombs, located on an oasis, directly in the middle of the Sahara desert?"
He looked at Marik, but Isis answered. "Yes. I've been there." She already knew what he wanted. And it made her blood run cold just to think of it.
Mr. Carter looked at her like she was a human being for the first time, and seemed shocked.
"You've…You've been there? Seems a bit rough for a woman…"
"It wasn't. It's what happened when we got there that was rough. But I survived." Isis stated coldly.
Mr. Carter looked at her like he didn't really believe her, but Isis didn't care. She had proof. Not that she would show him.
"Well, anyways, I'm sure you know of the legend surrounding that area then."
"You mean about the Sekh Shes, and See-ah Shes?" Marik asked. His eyes had widened.
"Why, yes." Mr. Carter said.
Isis was about to tell them you had to go find the keys to gain entrance into the tomb, when she stopped. Mr. Carter didn't want her to go, he wanted Marik. And if Marik went in there, it wasn't likely he would survive. But if he couldn't get in…
Mr. Carter continued to tell Marik about the dig he was going to do, and soon had Marik hooked. After just thirty mere minutes, they were making plans to leave the next day. Rishid would obviously go with them. Of course the trip was just to rough for Isis, and Miho being women and all.
Marik shot Isis an apologetic look that said it was all for the best, but Isis just looked at him impassively. She already knew what it was like, and she didn't have any intentions to go. Not again. Miho was disappointed, and very angry, but she soon got over it. She always did.
Mr. Carter left, and Marik, and Rishid hurried off to pack, talking excitedly. With out much thought about it, Isis lay down on the couch, and soon fell asleep. A lingering thought did bother her though. Mr. Carter never said what museum he was with, if any…
…
Marik stepped out onto the airstrip, and felt the first sense of unease.
"Who did Seth say he worked for?" He asked Rishid.
"I don't think he ever did say." Rishid replied.
Looking around for the people who should be loading the small plane with equipment, Marik didn't see any one. It was three in the morning. The time Seth had told them to show up. But he wasn't around either.
"Do you think he made a mistake?" Rishid asked.
"I don't know." Marik said.
Thinking back, he was certain this was where Seth told them to be, and this was definitely the time. So where was he?
There was a clatter behind them, and Rishid, and Marik spun. A cat came out of the gloom, and with a meow trotted to Risid.
Smiling, Rishid, bent down to pet the cat, when someone hit him over the head. With a cry, Rishid fell to the ground.
Marik balled his hands into fist, prepared to defend his fallen brother, when something rolled out of the shadows, and gas filled the air. Coughing, Marik began throwing his fist, trying to find the assailant, but the gas took it's effect, and he passed out.
When the gas cleared, a woman stood over them smiling.
"Take them away." She said calmly. Men with blank looks in their eyes dragged Marik and Rishid away.
"And make sure you don't hurt them." The woman shouted after them. Rubbing her ring, as if it were a pet, she muttered, "Not yet at least." Laughing, she turned and strolled toward a waiting limo.
CG: Well, chapter one is done. HURRAY! HURRAY! Ne'ways, reviews are loved and appreciated. I personally think this chapter sucked bad, but there wasn't much happening, and I couldn't figure out a decent way to write it. I don't seem to be having problems with any of the other chapters, but we can only hope. Thanks. Crazi Girl