Henderson squeezes through a crevice and into another room, looking around as Jonathan squeezed through after him. The room was just as dark as the others they'd left behind, but their torchlight didn't seem to penetrate the darkness like it had in the long hallways. A thin stream of light managed to sneak in through a hole in the ceiling, allowing Henderson to make out the gleam of something several feet away from him.

O'Connell notices the light too, bringing out a pistol and shooting at the mirrored disk AJ had told Burns of on their first day, the mirror catching the light and bouncing from one disk to another until the entire room was lit up.

"Neat trick," Henderson admits," wish Burns could've seen it." All four of them stare at the treasure below them, spreading outward for miles, just pile upon pile of golden statues and trinkets. "Congrats, boys, we make it out of here alive and we'll be rich."

"The key word in that sentence is alive," O'Connell remarks, getting a better grip on his rifle and leading the way down the stairs. Henderson reaches out and pulls a string of pearls out of one pile when they reach flat ground again, stuffing it in his pocket for later. AJ had always said she wanted a pearl necklace, but she was too cheap to actually buy one; now he could give her the necklace as an incentive to keep her head attached to her shoulders.

"How much do you think is in this place?"

"Too much to carry by ourselves," Jonathan frowns," but maybe with all those camels…."

"This is Seti's treasure," Ardeth says with a scolding look," it is not for anyone that is not of his family." Henderson and Jonathan share a look, both clasping their hands behind their backs from where they'd tried to reach for more treasure, whistling innocently. They make it a few feet further when a strangled grunting makes them spin to face the way they'd come from, a bandaged arm bursting out of the sand, followed by a head and shoulders.

"What the—" More mummies start digging their way out of the earth, grunting and panting as they clawed the hardened sand away from them.

"Who the hell are these guys," O'Connell demands.

"Well, we only know one dead guy," Henderson surmises. "I'll let you guess three times, but if you get it wrong, then I'm throwing you to our buddies and runnin'."

"Yeah, that's fair." Henderson brings the spare rifle up, making sure it was pressed tightly against his shoulder, and then squeezes the trigger, watching as the lead bullets shattered ribs and parts of skulls as the mummies got to their feet. More and more of them filled the room and Henderson's gun clicked as it emptied, leaving him to use it as a bat instead.

"Come on, you sons a bitches!"

"Save it for later!" O'Connell yanked on the back of his shirt, pulling him after the others and out of the room. "Reload and I'll cover you." Henderson shoulders the rifle and pulls out his Colts, loading them with steady fingers and then readying them to be fired. "Jonathan, you keep us going in the right direction!"

"Right," Jonathan calls back, leading the way with the torch. Henderson just hopes that the Horus statue was close by or they may all be turned into mummy chow before they even get the chance to play the handsome rescuers. "Left now!" The other three turn on command, walking backwards as they fired at the mummies.

"This whole place in coming alive!"

"It's Imhotep," Ardeth agrees," he must have enough priests to perform the ritual and kill us." Imhotep can kiss my all American ass, too! "He has to have Anck-su-namun at his side to be fully invincible and he should be close to sacrificing Evelyn!"

"No need to remind me, pal, I got it."

"Another right," Jonathan instructs. Henderson reloads again, shooting at one of the crawling torsos that had grabbed his ankle. Man, I'm gonna have to burn these pants if I get out of here. He liked the slacks too, they matched the other two pairs he had at home and really made his ass look good. "Straight ahead!"

"Horus, you pointy-eared bastard," Henderson grins," you're a sight for sore eyes!" He moves to kneel next to Jonathan at the base of the statue, Ardeth and O'Connell joining them a second later just before an explosion sounds. Henderson covers his ears too late, poking his head around the corner to see mummy pieces and a huge fire burning in the entryway. "You just wanted to use your Dynamite, didn't ya?"

"Couldn't hold off any longer," O'Connell grins. "Get down here and help us with this, Henderson." He scoots around to the front of the statue, helping Jonathan and O'Connell push the sand away from the base.

"Don't suppose any of y'all actually know where the lid is?"

"You suppose right." The sand had piled up over the years, but it wasn't hard-packed and it took only a few minutes to get it completely cleared away. Once that was done and the base wiped down, the three of them were able to make out a crease just big enough for their fingers, going all the way around this side of the base.

"Found it."

"You're just so useful today." As Ardeth started reloading the shotgun O'Connell had brought along, the other three start working on the edges of the lid. It was harder than it looked, the space between the stone and the lid almost too narrow for their fingers. As if that wasn't bad enough, the familiar groaning of undead lackeys started up in the only corridor that O'Connell hadn't blown up. "Damn, these guys just don't give up, do they?"

"Keep digging," Ardeth commands, chambering a round and heading for the creepy passageway. The lid slowly becomes easier to pull on, their fingers fitting perfectly in the seam. In fact, it was all going so well that Henderson was just wondering what would screw it to hell when skeletal hands burst out of the ground beneath him.

"Goddamn it," he snarls, beating against the torsos that followed. These things were as bad as cockroaches, the loss of a head not stopping two of them from picking him up and throwing him across the room. "Well, there goes my dignity." He grunts, trying to sit up only to have Jonathan thrown on top of him; O'Connell is next, landing just inches away from Henderson's arm. "For Christ's sakes, can't we catch a break?"

He pushes Jon off of him and rises up onto his arms as two mummies shuffle closer, another two kneeling on the ground and working at the lid. That's when he remembered what had happened with the Anubis statue, remembered what those diggers had looked like after they got a face full of pressurized acid.

"Get back," he shouts to the other two, crawling as far from Horus as he could with his head turned to the side. "Keep your eyes closed!" The acid sprays out, coating the four mummies with only a few drops splashing against the front of Henderson's legs. "Fuckin'—" He frowns, tugging the ruined material away from his legs as the skin began to burn.

"There's your break," O'Connell says, gesturing at the stilled forms of their attackers. "Now, how about we get the damn book and find the women?"

"Sounds like a good plan to me." They scramble back over to the opened base, Henderson and Jonathan pulling out a plain wooden box. The book inside could almost pass as the Book of the Dead's twin, made of gold instead of onyx with the eye of Ra carved into the center of the lock.

"The Book of Amun-Ra," Jonathan breathes with a smile that Henderson shared. "I've never been so happy to see a book before."

"Save the tears for after you get out of here," Ardeth remarks, looking at them over his shoulder. "Do what I could not finish, kill the creature." The Medjai didn't even wait for a nod, running into the passageway with a battle cry, his rifle raised as more of the dead grow closer. Henderson looks across the room at the nooks set two feet apart on the far wall, just big enough for them to duck under.

"O'Connell, you got any of that Dynamite left," he asks, a plan beginning to form in his mind as the mummies start to work their way through Ardeth.

"Just one." O'Connell follows his gaze, blue meeting gray for a moment as the other man catches on. "You better hope we get lucky on this." Together, they grab the back of Jonathan's shirt and haul him across the room, Henderson and Jonathan hunkering down in one nook while O'Connell threw a lit stick of Dynamite in the one next to them, diving to the side as it blew. "Everybody still alive?"

"Define alive."

"Well, you're still talking, so that's a good sign that you weren't blown to bits."