In Rick's 1938 Cadillac Sixty Special Sedan

"We're almost to the border, you ready, hun?" Rick asked, glancing to the passenger seat, where Evie sat in a classy green dress collared with mink fur and complimenting hat.

"Yes," Evie said adjusting the gloves on her hands before pulling the forged identity papers out of her emerald clutch, reviewing them again, "I still think we should have rented a more spacious car though."

"The Cadillac can handle this just fine, it has 'six passenger comfort' and with the two kids sitting on laps this will be nothing." Rick responded, stroking the wheel casually.

Evie gave him a look with a raised eyebrow, "So after we stop off at the Museum, we'll be heading for a place to lay low for a few hours before we pick up Kat's family. Where do you want to go? We can check out the restaurants?"

Rick continued to look at the road, "We'll be going somewhere to eat…? That sounds like a date."

Evie smirked, "If you can call this a date."

Rick shrugged, "We're on the brink of a world-defining war, about to enter hostile territory as smugglers and save the lives of people we've never met before…throw in some sand and a couple mummies and I don't think we could make this any more romantic."

Evie rolled her eyes and started to apply some red lipstick to her smiling lips, "I think we may be different from other couples, darling."

"Nah."


England, Father Paul's Office

Kat raised her eyebrows, "I didn't know that Catholics followed the ten commandments too."

Father Paul nodded, "Yes, we follow Moral Law, not Kosher Law. Moral Law encompasses all of God's teachings as relevant to everyone, whereas Kosher Law is just for the Jewish peoples to become closer to God…like how Catholics have Holy Days of Obligation, but others are not required to participate. That's where a lot of confusion comes in when reading the Bible- particularly about cutting hair for some reason, which has nothing to do with Moral Law."

"Oh." Kat said, if nothing else she had actually learnt some things that she hadn't known about before from this class.

"And that should conclude our lesson for today. Not so terrible, was it?" Father Paul said, eyes twinkling.

"No, it was actually pretty neat." Kat said, standing up. She bit her lip, thinking, "…Father, you know Evie and Rick are probably in Germany by now."

Father Paul hopped off his large chair to stand, "Yes, with my letter. Are you worried?"

"…What if they can't get my family to leave with them? Or what if most of them stay behind? Or what if even one stays behind?" Kat tugged at her braid.

"Physically you have done everything you can, pray and do not worry, whatever happens now leave in God's Hands." Father Paul said.

"…How?" Kat asked, exasperated.

"Even if things do not work out the way you think they should, trust that it still is because He who is so kind and gentle allowed it. There is always more that we do not see or could not know that He does. We also must not forget that He gives us the chance to change His plans, but He still doesn't abandon us." Father Paul pointed out.

Kat sighed, "Yeah, well, I'm still…anxious."

CRASH!

"Ah!" Kat shrieked as the door burst open.

Father Paul stood up immediately, his eyebrows raised.

A figure dressed in black flew into the office. For the briefest of moments Kat's heart stopped, seeing familiar black fabric. Was it? Could it be?

Imhotep?

But in the next moment she realized her mistake as her eyes locked onto the shiny black eyes surrounded by tanned, tattooed skin. Ardeth, dressed in a black robe, had been the first to burst in to the office as Alex and Jonathon rushed into the room after him.

Ardeth's black eyes bore into Kat's large ones, "We have a problem."


Germany- Berlin

The O'Connells looked up out of the car window at the German Historical Museum as Rick pulled up to the doors. The building was white washed stone and lined with many windows. From the roof, at least a dozen carved statues stared back down at them.

"Well," Rick said, parking the car under the impressive building, "I guess this is the place. I'm not so sure about leaving my guns back in the car though."

"You don't need them in the museum." Evie said, as Rick placed his holster in the glove box.

"Never hurts to be prepared." He said, almost sulkily.

Evie adjusted her hat before opening her door, "So we go in, smile for a picture as we shake some hands, and be charming to the Germans, dear." She stepped out of the car.

"You said that with a tone." Rick hurriedly opening his door to face her, "You don't think I can be charming?"

"Your American manners can lack a bit, darling." Evie said, joining him on the outside of the car.

Rick pointedly jutted his arm out like a gentleman, eyebrow raised "Meaning your English manners will be more 'charming' to the pompous, upper class of Germans?"

Evie wrapped her arm around his, saying, "You can be a bit harsh to people we meet."

Rick shrugged as they walked up to the doors, "Well you know, it can be hard to have decent conversation over tea with living dead mummies or Fascist parties. All they can seem to talk about is taking over the world, and new world orders. It just gets so dull after a while."

Evie gave him a look as they opened the doors, "Please, don't bring up the Nazi Party. At. All. Or anything about mummies outside of what we donated here."

Suddenly Rick's arm stiffened and he stopped on the polished tiled floors of the museum, "That might be a problem."

Evie frowned, "Wha-"

Her voice stopped suddenly as she looked before them to see a giant, marble statue of an angel towering in the center of the floor. Leaning coolly against it was a man dressed all in black, the Nazi swastika symbol glaring from his shoulder. He smiled as their eyes met his shining ones.

"O'Connells."

Immediately grey uniformed officers closed in on them in a circle.

Rick's finger twitched towards his empty hip, where his holster would have been. Evie's eyes narrowed, red lips pulling back as she snarled, "You!"

Imhotep casually pushed himself off the statue and sauntered towards them, his black boots echoing across the tiled floors of the museum.

"You just can't seem to stay dead, can you?" Rick deadpanned as Imhotep stopped before them with an easy smile on his lightly tanned face. As if he were meeting amusing old friends.

"The O'Connells do not easily die either. I had counted on it." Imhotep replied in almost perfect English, marred only with a slight accent.

Evie felt the hair on the back of her neck rise as he spoke. This sinister, immortal creature that had killed her father, the Pharaoh of Egypt, and tried repeatedly to kill both her and the rest of her family in current times was again standing before her.

"What are you doing here?" Evie spat out.

Rick eyed the Nazi uniforms around him, noting the swastika on Imhotep's uniform as well, "What do you want?"

Imhotep clasped his gloved hands behind his back, eyes shining, "I allowed you to take something of mine. Now, you will give it back."

"We don't have the Book of the Dead. It was lost in Ahm Shere." Evie retorted scornfully.

Imhotep raised his eyebrows mildly, "Book? I think not."

He walked to stand directly in front of Evie, Rick shifting slightly.

"I do not think you came here simply to make a deposit to this museum." Imhotep extended one black-gloved hand, palm up, gesturing to Evie's clutch with his eyes.

Evie's grip tightened on the green material, glaring.

Imhotep cocked his head to the side slightly, smirking.

Immediately an officer grabbed Evie's arm, yanking the clutch from her grip.

"Hey!" Rick shouted. Before he could move two officers grabbed his arms, he jerked one arm free and punched an officer in the face before an extra two restrained him with some effort as he struggled.

An officer placed the emerald clutch in Imhotep's open hand.

Imhotep glanced from the O'Connells down to the clutch, opening it and pulling out a wad of folded papers. He lifted an eyebrow, amused, "Identification papers?" He scanned them, an eyebrow lowering slowly. Evie felt Rick tense beside her, Imhotep was holding in his hands false information about Kat's family that they had planned to use to smuggle them out of Germany and into England as German workers-allowing them to keep their property, assets and any money in their bank accounts should they request them once safely in England and they realized they would not be able to reenter the country as Jews.

He looked back up, "Friends of yours? Illegal documents such as these can be…costly."

Rick and Evie stood tall, looking Imhotep dead on. Rick spoke, "You said you wanted something, what is it?"

Imhotep smirked, "My slave."


Writer's Note: Heh, I like ending chapters like that. Wow, it's been awhile...sorry about that. Any who, thought I'd give y'all a late Hanukkah present and an early Christmas present in the form of a new chapter. I hope everyone is having a great Holiday season!