keep Jones happy.
***
It was already late in the afternoon when two horsemen came riding into the camp from the north. Axel was in his tent resting when he heard the familiar deep bellow he had known for so many years.
“Indiana!” the baritone called out.
Axel hated the nickname, yet for someone who grew up dreaming of romancing women while searching for hidden treasure, he had to admit, it was fitting. Immediately, Axel was on his feet and walking outside.
“Sabola, old friend!” Axel said, crushing him in a bear hug. “You must have the worst sense of timing in all of Egypt. You were supposed to be here two weeks ago.”
“Forgive me, Indiana,” Sabola replied, “but I am here now and we have much work to do.”
“Did you find a buyer?” Axel asked looking over his shoulder.
“Yes, my friend, and then some.”
“Good. At the rate we are going around here, we’ll break camp before we find anything worth a crap in the Tomb of the 7th God, and I’m not leaving here empty handed.”
“The buyer is a private collector, a strange sort of fellow,” Sabola went on. “My contacts say that he’s acquired the ancient remains from six other tombs like the Tomb of the 7th God.
“Well, I suppose he’ll have his 7th set of ancient bones from the 7th God then,” Axel said with a laugh.
“Aren’t you worried that we’ve done something horrible by stealing remains from a sacred tomb?”
“Stealing?” Axel said. “I didn’t steal anything. I’m merely protecting my investments.”
“Well, we’ll have to protect them from fewer now.” Sabola said with some weight in his voice. “Apparently leaders from two other camps have been murdered within the last few days.” He leaned in to tell him the most morbid part, looking directly into Axel’s hazel-green eyes. “They said that their throats were slit in the middle of the night.”
The warm welcome was over, and Axel worried for his deal with his mysterious buyer of ancient bones. “We need to move the bones,” Axel said desperately. “And tonight.”
Suddenly, Rothchild ran toward Axel, huffing like a locomotive. She looked more panicked than usual. “Dr. Jones,” Amanda said with a heavy pant, “We’ve lost Dr. Hall. I can’t find her anywhere!”
***
Axel was in bed, still in his khakis and worn tan shirt, wide-awake trying to piece the puzzle together. Why had two camp leaders been killed? The disturbing thoughts of their throats sliced open kept him up. Maybe the local deaths here were not an accident, but how was that tied to Tracie’s disappearance? He contemplated all this when he took the students to safety in the nearest town before sunset. With Axel left alone at the camp with Sabola and Amanda, there was no way he could sneak the bones to his buyer now.
Outside, something stirred in the night—feet, moving through the sand. From his cot, he softly reached over to his pack and grabbed his gun. When the sound increased and stopped short of his tent, Axel cocked the trigger.
“Dr. Jones?” called a hoarse whisper. It was Amanda.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
Axel relaxed his grip on the gun. He got up and opened the tent curtain. “I am. What the devil are you doing sneaking around in the dark? I could have killed you.”
“There’s something going on in the tomb,” Amanda said. “I’ve heard strange noises, moaning perhaps. I think we should check it out.”
Axel knew it was probably the desert wind running through the tomb’s cracks and crevices, but when he looked at Amanda and saw her fright, he knew that checking it out and finding nothing would be the only thing to settle her nerves. Well, not the only thing, he thought. A good deep dicking would also do the trick.
***
Outside, Amanda faced the tomb’s entrance. With only the lamplight inside the tent to guide her view, she struggled to see much of anything. As she neared the tomb, a dark patch in front of the entrance caught her eye. Edging closer,
***
It was already late in the afternoon when two horsemen came riding into the camp from the north. Axel was in his tent resting when he heard the familiar deep bellow he had known for so many years.
“Indiana!” the baritone called out.
Axel hated the nickname, yet for someone who grew up dreaming of romancing women while searching for hidden treasure, he had to admit, it was fitting. Immediately, Axel was on his feet and walking outside.
“Sabola, old friend!” Axel said, crushing him in a bear hug. “You must have the worst sense of timing in all of Egypt. You were supposed to be here two weeks ago.”
“Forgive me, Indiana,” Sabola replied, “but I am here now and we have much work to do.”
“Did you find a buyer?” Axel asked looking over his shoulder.
“Yes, my friend, and then some.”
“Good. At the rate we are going around here, we’ll break camp before we find anything worth a crap in the Tomb of the 7th God, and I’m not leaving here empty handed.”
“The buyer is a private collector, a strange sort of fellow,” Sabola went on. “My contacts say that he’s acquired the ancient remains from six other tombs like the Tomb of the 7th God.
“Well, I suppose he’ll have his 7th set of ancient bones from the 7th God then,” Axel said with a laugh.
“Aren’t you worried that we’ve done something horrible by stealing remains from a sacred tomb?”
“Stealing?” Axel said. “I didn’t steal anything. I’m merely protecting my investments.”
“Well, we’ll have to protect them from fewer now.” Sabola said with some weight in his voice. “Apparently leaders from two other camps have been murdered within the last few days.” He leaned in to tell him the most morbid part, looking directly into Axel’s hazel-green eyes. “They said that their throats were slit in the middle of the night.”
The warm welcome was over, and Axel worried for his deal with his mysterious buyer of ancient bones. “We need to move the bones,” Axel said desperately. “And tonight.”
Suddenly, Rothchild ran toward Axel, huffing like a locomotive. She looked more panicked than usual. “Dr. Jones,” Amanda said with a heavy pant, “We’ve lost Dr. Hall. I can’t find her anywhere!”
***
Axel was in bed, still in his khakis and worn tan shirt, wide-awake trying to piece the puzzle together. Why had two camp leaders been killed? The disturbing thoughts of their throats sliced open kept him up. Maybe the local deaths here were not an accident, but how was that tied to Tracie’s disappearance? He contemplated all this when he took the students to safety in the nearest town before sunset. With Axel left alone at the camp with Sabola and Amanda, there was no way he could sneak the bones to his buyer now.
Outside, something stirred in the night—feet, moving through the sand. From his cot, he softly reached over to his pack and grabbed his gun. When the sound increased and stopped short of his tent, Axel cocked the trigger.
“Dr. Jones?” called a hoarse whisper. It was Amanda.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
Axel relaxed his grip on the gun. He got up and opened the tent curtain. “I am. What the devil are you doing sneaking around in the dark? I could have killed you.”
“There’s something going on in the tomb,” Amanda said. “I’ve heard strange noises, moaning perhaps. I think we should check it out.”
Axel knew it was probably the desert wind running through the tomb’s cracks and crevices, but when he looked at Amanda and saw her fright, he knew that checking it out and finding nothing would be the only thing to settle her nerves. Well, not the only thing, he thought. A good deep dicking would also do the trick.
***
Outside, Amanda faced the tomb’s entrance. With only the lamplight inside the tent to guide her view, she struggled to see much of anything. As she neared the tomb, a dark patch in front of the entrance caught her eye. Edging closer,
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