Ariela cocked her rifle and slowly handed it over to Amir. "No one move. There's someone else in here. I can feel him or whatever it is."
"Why have you come?"
Ariela screamed and jumped. She whirled and drew a gun at the same time.
Imhotep stepped out of the shadows. He was fully regenerated and dressed in black robes. His black eyes where fixed on Ariela.
Ariela swallowed hard. Rick was gripped her hand. She was backing slowly away. "Take one step near me you freak and I'll blow you non existent insides out!"
"Good show, Ariela," said Jonathan from behind his sister. "Give him the old whatfor!"
"Shut up Jonathan," said Alex. "Let Ariela do the talking."
"If we're lucky, she'll get us out of here alive with those pretty eyes," said Amir.
"A name of the Hebrews," said Imhotep. "Ariela."
"And I am exactly what it means," Ariela said. She jerked her hand away from her father and unhooked the whip. She let it fall to the ground and slowly backed away.
"Why have you come?" he asked again.
"Why do you think?"
"I think we've come for a bally thrashing," muttered Jonathan.
"You," Imhotep said, staring at Evy.
"Blast, he recognized me," whispered Evy. She scooted farther behind Rick and gripped his belt.
Recognition dawned in Imhotep's eyes but he remained unmoving. "Again, I will ask. Why have you come."
"To stop whatever you are planning," said Ariela.
"Leave me in peace," said Imhotep.
"Good idea," said Alex and turned for the opening.
"But I will take the fair one with me."