"It's in the medicine cabinet," Indy said shakily. I don't think he once took his eyes off the snake that was oh-so-near to him.

"I never put any of my things in there," I muttered. I noticed that the side table was over-turned and the picture was on the floor, it's frame broken. I wondered why I hadn't heard it fall.

"Does it really matter that much?" he asked.

"Well, yes," I said, "If I had my face cream then I wouldn't be interrupting this little appointment." I looked up and glanced at both men. The one who held the snake—an Egyptian Asp, I noticed—was dark-skinned, I knew that he was, at the very least, Arabic. The other man was white and blond.

"Excuse me," said the blond man, he had a German accent, "I hope you don't mind my interruption, but Miss Markus, please sit down."

I narrowed my eyes, but didn't comply quickly. He was very familiar, but I couldn't remember exactly where I might have seen him. "Why?" I asked. I tried not to be startled by the fact that he knew who I was.

"Well, Dr. Jones has been polite enough to join us," he said, "we were hoping you would to." As he said this, he pressed his knife against Indy's throat.

I sat in the armchair. Indy's arms were bound behind his back, I could tell that much. I was beginning to think that having the snake there was enough to scare him defenseless anyway. "Alright," I said. "Would you mind telling me why you are here?"

"Ah, very to the point, I see," Blondie—for lack of a better name—said, "well, I'm here concerning an artifact that most people I have asked said I should consult you about."

"Me?" I repeated. "Why me? I'm really just a student."

"Yes, I know," he said, "You passed your class with nearly perfect scores. I'm talking about research you have been doing on the side."

"Horus," I muttered, "is that what this is about? The spear?" I had been researching in secret. My topic was something that I had been told was my mother's passion.

"Ah, I knew I came to the right place," he said, "Now will you get any notes you have, any information about? I'll take it as soon as possible."

I wanted so badly to sock that little smirk off his face. "I don't know how you're used to doing business," I said, "but I'm not going to get you anything near a cup of tea when you intrude in here and threaten my friend."

His smirk didn't so much as falter when I said this. "Did you know that Egyptian Asps are the most deadly snakes in Egypt?" he asked, I knew it was a threat.

"Yes," I said standing, "I understand, then. I'll go get my folder." I walked to Indy's room without a hesitation. There was a phone on his desk. I thought of calling the police, but I didn't know how long it would take them to get there. Instead, I searched his drawers for anything useful. I found a pistol. "Why does he keep weapons in his writing desk?" I shrugged off the thought and silently opened the window that led to the back of the house.

Once outside, my plan was formulated. I tried to avoid any windows as I made my way around the house. I stopped at the front door for a second, to gather bravery—or maybe sanity. This was going to be violent. I hesitated again only when I saw a car parked across the street. I knocked on the door loudly, hoping Blondie would send the other man to answer. A few minutes passed, nothing but shuffling inside.

Then the door creaked open. There stood the Arabic man. I raised the gun and fired before I really aimed. I had never fired a gun before, but I saw blood spill from his mouth and the bullet had imbedded itself in his neck. As he fell, I took the snake from his hands. I grabbed the base of its neck so it wouldn't bite me and entered the house.

I stepped in the door and the blond man saw me. He made a move to stab Indy, but I threw the snake at him. It bit into his arm and he let go of the knife. He screamed and fell back into the coffee table with a loud crash.

"Indy," I said grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him up, "We have to get out of here." I didn't doubt I was scared. "I saw a car I've never seen before outside. I'm probably being paranoid, but seriously..." I grabbed the fallen knife and cut the rope from his wrists.

"Do you know what those guys were looking for?" he asked, quickly walking to his room.

"I know that they were going to try and find Horus' spear," I said following him. "Do you know what that is?"

"Some ancient myth about Isis and Osiris," Indy said, "Horus was their son, am I right?" He got out a suitcase and put a brown leather jacket in it. Then he went to his desk.

I nodded. "Set was Osiris' brother," I explained. "Set wanted Osiris' position as Pharaoh of Egypt. He killed Osiris by tricking him into a coffin. Isis—Osiris' sister and wife—mourned so greatly over Osiris' death that she went in search of his casket. Before, though, she hid their son with another goddess. She found the chest where Osiris' body was and hid it in the marshes of the Nile until she could give him a proper burial so that he could pass into the afterlife." I paused when he took his gun from me. I had forgotten I still had it.

"Set found the body and chopped it up into fourteen pieces," Indy continued. "Yes, I know that part. That sent Isis out searching again. She found thirteen of the pieces and made thirteen different memorials in different places so he could never be found."

"Yes, that is right," I said, "When Osiris passed on, though, he visited Horus to teach him. When the time came for Horus to avenge his father's murder, a war was waged on Set. Horus' army against Set's. The last battle, Set took the form of a giant, red hippopotamus, and waited for Horus in the water. Horus, on the other hand, took the form of a twelve-foot-tall young man. He wielded before him a harpoon that was said to be thirty feet long, and the tip itself was said to four feet. When Set opened his mouth to consume Horus and his boat, Horus stabbed the spear into Set's head, and pierced the brain. Set was slain. It is said that because the spearhead was both wielded by a god and had slain a god, it had great power. It was supposedly placed in one of the thirteen memorials of Osiris."

As soon as I finished my story, Indy shut his suitcase. "You've really done your homework," he said, "That I didn't know."

"It's my area of expertise," I said smirking, "Anyway, where will we go?"

As if on cue I heard the front door open. Damn it, I left it unlocked. "We'll consult a friend of mine for tickets to Egypt," he said, "Obviously the Nazis are looking for this thing. That blond guy was one of them. You're looking for it too, the makings of disaster."

"Cairo, then," I said, "we should go to the library and find my old employer. He knows quite a bit about this himself."

"Good thought," he said, "You bringing anything?"

"No," I said, "I don't really have anything to bring anyway."