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Hot Box Chapter 5, Holy Shit

... said as she turned her hand and looked at the sparkling stone. “If that is a diamond,” I said as I stood up, “then we have paid for this trip and then some.” “If we found these in the officers,” Mandy said as she tucked the egg shaped stone in the opposite pocket than the round stone, “Than what do you think we will find in the actual treasury?” “I don’t know,” I responded as I looked up the passageway toward the unknown. “But let’s go find out.” From the doors the passage continued another 60 or 70 feet back into complete blackness. It’s a wonder how the engineers could have built this place. But as we continued forward I noticed that every ten feet or so there was a hole in the wall for an oil lamp. So in its day this passage must have been well lit. Up ahead we could see what looked like the end of the passage in that the walls on either side abruptly stopped, leaving only a black hole with the floor extending out into the darkness. “This is it,” I said as we approached the opening. I have to admit that my heart was pounding in my chest. Who knows what we might find? Could it be a room with a huge pile of gems and coins in it like the fabled treasure of King Solomon? Or maybe it would be just stacks and stacks of silver bars with gems strewn all over them. Whatever it was we were at the gateway to infinite possibilities. The passageway opened up into a very large room. Taking a guess it was 60 or 70 feet square with a pair of large columns on either side of the ...

... entrance. There was nothing spectacular about it other than the ceiling was shaped like the inside of a pyramid and the walls were lined with what looked like hundreds of earthen pots. About 10 or 15 feet into the room was another chair holding the remains of another person, decayed and decomposed just like the others. “Looks like our last victim,” I said as I approached the elaborately decorated seat. This skeleton was decorated even more elaborately than the other two. Instead of a garment on the upper torso she appeared to be wearing a solid silver breast plate that extended from her shoulders down to her waist, contouring her breasts and chest features like it had been made from a mold or casting. There is a pair of small holes at the ends of the breast cups the size of a half dollar coin, apparently to allow her nipples to stick out. At the tops of the shoulders and at two places on the sides were thick leather straps which held a similar back plate in place at the skeletons back. The silver buckles were still fastened as if she were ready to stand up and start giving commands at a moment’s notice. Several thick silver chains hung from around the neck and down over the breast plate. One of which held a pendant with the embossed shape of the key Mandy used to let us in here. “This must be the ruler of the city,” Mandy exclaimed as she stepped up to the chair to inspect its occupant. “Look here,” she said as she reached into the lap and picked up a pair of silver rings with big ...