Author's Note- 3/29/11

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Capone's men were back by the time we got there. Ivan and his men were also back, so they just had to wait for Napoleon to return. I just prayed that my Dad was safe, and that Napoleon had not captured him.

I sat across from Capone, watching him polish his machine gun and listening to Kahmunrah desecrated classic movie relics.

"Why these aren't made of real rubies at all; ruby slippers indeed," Kahmunrah remarked as he tossed the slippers over his shoulder after analyzing them.

"You really think that they would make a movie prop with a precious gem," I muttered to myself as I rolled my eyes. Capone overheard my remark and chuckled to himself. He seemed to agree with me that Kahmunrah was as dumb as it gets.

"But, whoever you are, Archie Bunker, you had one comfortable throne," Kahmunrah continued.

"Hey, boss,"we all looked up from what we were doing to see one of Capone's men walking toward Kahmunrah with a bird cage in hand. "Caught this one trying to escape through a rust hole in the crate. One of his little friends got away," The man informed Kahmunrah.

I tried to see who the mobster had caught, and recognized a familiar head of blonde hair. "Uh-oh, Jed!"

This caught Jed's attention, "Viola, what are you doing here?"

"I came with Dad, but it's kind of a long story. I'm pretty much in the same situation as you."

"Where's Gigantor at now," He asked with a shred of hope.

I bit my lip and answered hesitantly, "I don't know Jed. I just hope he is okay."

"Oh, please. What damage could they possibly do," Kahmunrah interrupted us as he cooed over Jed like he was a small child, "Why, they're no bigger than a little grain of couscous. Aren't you?"

"You know, two words come to mind when I hear you talk 'delusional' and 'weirdo,' and if I had to say a third, 'goofy', just goofy. Now you let old Jedediah out of here or he's gonna get angry," Jed threatened him.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously. You're just adorable, even when you're threatening me. It's hilarious. Is it just me, or are these guys unbelievably cute," Kahmunrah asked no one in particular, giggling like a school girl.

I gave Capone a questioning glance, only to receive the same look in return. "Kahmunrah, are you crazy," I asked him. Kahmunrah moved his attention to me and gave me a silencing glare, before returning his attention back to Jed.

"Now hold it a second! Now, you have a right to keep me as your captive, but don't call me cute! I ain't cute," Jed stated assertively.

Before Jed could continue, we all heard a French exclamation from behind us. We turned to see Napoleon's returning with a triumphant look on his face. Then I saw my Dad being escorted in by Napoleon's dragoons.

"No," I heard Jed whisper in despair.

"Dad!" I called out to him and attempted to run to him, only to be held back by Capone as he slipped his arm around my waist. "Let me go," I pleaded as I looked into his eyes, but it was to no avail. Capone's eyes remained cold and serious, focused on his assignment.

Dad saw me and realized I was wearing Capone's jacket. Rage ignited in his eyes, and he tried to break out of line to get to me. He had the same luck as I did.

"Viola, are you all right," He asked me in a worried tone, as the dragoons pushed him back into their formation.

"I'm fine Dad," I answered, struggling against Capone's iron grip.

"Hello, Mr. Daley, nice to see you again," Kahmunrah said as he approached my Dad. Capone and I, Ivan, and the others also moved in closer. Kahmunrah continued, "Now, if you don't mind,

I shall take that from you."

Kahmunrah pried the tablet from Dad's unwilling hands, "Thank you." Kahmunrah took the tablet and proceeded to place it on his gate to the Underworld, pressing the hieroglyphics as it were to unlock a safe of secrets, "Finally, finally! After 3,000 years, my evil army of the damned, my beautiful, beautiful army, shall be unleashed!"

We all froze, anticipating for something to happen. Nothing happened, and the room remain still. Kahmunrah took a step back and turned to face us, "I'm afraid that Mother and Father may have slightly changed the combination on me."

"Wow," Uncle Larry exclaimed, "I guess this whole unleashing-the-underworld thing isn't really working out for you, huh? It must be really frustrating, because you've waited thousands of years to come back from the dead and everything, and now you can't get it open."

"Fear not, for I shall wait a thousand more if I must," Kahmunrah assured Dad.

"Good, 'cause in a few hours you'll be standing here in a frustrated position, frozen, and I'll walk out of here with my buddies, Viola, and that'll be that. So, I got all night."

I saw an evil expression flicker on Kahmunrah's face, and wished that Dad had never said that. Whatever Kahmunrah was planing was definitely bad, and it didn't look good for Jed and I.

"Really? All night," Kahmunrah asked my father. "Well! He doesn't." Kahmunrah pointed straight a Jed.

"Open that cage," Kahmunrah commanded. Capone's iron grip tightened even more, to make sure I wouldn't interfere.

"What are you doing," Dad demanded to know as Kahmunrah approached the cage.

"No touching! No touching! Don't you manhandle me," Jed yelled at Kahmunrah as he grabbed him.

"Oh look, he's having a tiny little tantrum!"

"Jed," Dad asked as he finally realized who was in the cage.

"Don't you squirm! Don't squirm. It'll only be worse for you," Kahmunrah assured Jed as he picked him up.

"Put him down," I cried out as I struggled against Capone's iron grip.

"Stay still toots," Capone whispered quietly.

"Don't be afraid. I shan't hurt you. Oops, I lied," Kahmunrah said evilly. He dropped Jed in an hour glass and turned it over, causing the sand to pour out from over him. Kahmunrah then continued, "I don't think he has all night at all, Mr. Daley. From the looks of things, I'd say he has a little over an hour."

"Take me out of here," Jed cried for help.

"Jed!" I lurched forward, only to be pulled back quickly. Capone then pulled me closer to him, signifying that he wasn't happy.

"You were the guardian! You know all about this tablet. You're obviously much cleverer than the rest of us. You may or may not know the combination, but I am going to give you exactly one hour to figure it out. If you do not, I shall kill your friends. And please don't think about escaping, for I shall be watching you," Kahmunrah ordered. Then with an evil grin, he added quickly, "Plus, we still have your daughter, Mr. Daley."

I stopped struggling and rose my eyes to meet Dad's. His eyes were filled with the worry and panic I felt over that small statement.

"Look, I don't even know how to begin to decipher this thing, all right? Really," Dad tried to explain to Kahmunrah.

"What a pity. And your little cowboy friend seemed like such a charming little fellow. Ah, well. Tick-tock, Mr. Daley. Your hour has begun."

"Hey! You got this, partner. I know you do. You got this," Jed yelled in encouragement to Dad. Dad glanced over to me, and I gave him a single nod, "I believe in you Dad."

With that, Dad walked out of the room quickly, Leaving me helpless with a maniacal pharaoh, a very angry mob boss, and a friend who was suffocating. Great, just great.

Short-ish chapter, my apologies. I'm a dually enrolled high school and college student, so I spend my few spare moments writing as much as I can. I think I have a good idea of how I would like this story to end, but I want to know from you guys if you would want an epilogue. As always, please review and tell me what you thought!