Hi, this is my first 'MUMMY' fic, so please be nice and review. Flames will be used accordingly, did somebody say s'mores. This is only a short bit to slowly ease you into the story. (okay, okay, I have writers block, so shoot me.)
Jennifer squinted at the piece of paper in the dim light. Yes, at last, she had the right address. Because let me tell you, being a 13 year old girl running around London at nine o'clock at night, and in the rain no-less is not fun. She sighed, picked up her case and headed towards the door of the massive house in front of her. This was going to be very interesting.
24 Hours earlier, in a pub somewhere…
Jonathan Carnahan was sat at a table in a corner of the smoky pub, The Foxes Brush when the call came. "Oi, Jon!" the barman called from across the room "Phone call for you." He sighed, got up and strolled across the bar to the phone in the corner. "Hello," he said. "Hello, is that a Mr. Jonathan Carnahan speaking," said a voice on the other end. "Um, yes, I believe so," Jonathan replied. As you can guess by now he was a little more than tipsy. "thank God, I am Mr. Strickland, executor of a Miss Caroline Banks' will. I am calling on behalf of the welfare of your daughter, Jennifer."
This is the point in the story where Jonathon dropped the phone and fell to the floor in a dead faint.