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5,000 Years Ago, Ancient Egypt

Krista stared up at the foggy Egyptian sky. The sun was just setting, and fog hung thickly in the air like a blanket.

She leaned against the cool blocks in the alley way. No one would likely come near there, seeing that it was between the charm and food shop.

'Ra, where are they? I figured that that lazy tomb robber would be fashionably late, but Viki? What is this forsaken world coming to?' Well, she really couldn't criticize them. Seeing that they were meeting to plan a robbery of the recently deceased pharaoh's tomb.

Krista snorted. Some new guy, she thought his name was Atemu or something, was the pharaoh now. He had pledged earlier to help stop all of the tomb robbing that had been happening, but Krista highly doubted he could stop their trio. He was probably just as pathetic as his predecessor.

'Well, on second thought,' she thought dryly, 'he might be able to catch that bum Bakura. But never us. Women are so much more crafty than dumb, one-minded men.'

The sun had set, and Krista stood in the alley alone. It was dark, but she wasn't afraid. She had spent years to train herself to avoid being fearful.

She heard a sound behind her and she whirled around. Viki stood there, her face shrouded in darkness under her hood.

"Sorry I'm late. I was caught up in the streets," Viki said in her smooth voice. She said no more, but Krista could tell there was more to it.

Krista grunted in reply. "That's fine. Bakura's late also."

Viki dropped her hood down, revealing her face in the moonlight. She rolled her eyes. "Just goes to show you..." Viki muttered, trailing off. She took a spot next to Krista leaning against the wall.

Standing there, the two women were signs of perfection. Krista's golden blonde hair fell gracefully down her back, and her slanted blue eyes grazed everything. Her tan skin set off her lanky body, especially in the long black robe she was wearing. (Of course adorned with lots of jewelry and bands! Well, they're tomb robbers!)

Viki had a voluminous mass of brown hair that tumbled to her waist, pulled back into a long, thin braid. She wore no jewelry, she believed that it only slowed her down. Her emerald green eyes shown brightly in the dim lighting, cutting through flesh, heart, and darkness. Her skin was mildly tanned. The brown robe she wore ended at her feet.

Viki was a talented tomb robber. Alley ways were her play ground. Darkness was her ally. Her sped and agility were only adding factors. Though was not tall very tall, she was still something to be afraid of when she was mad. Her voice was persuasive, smooth as oil.

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