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The Offering

... swooped down into the crowd surrounding the tomb. Everywhere, people ducked and dodged the hawk as it soared just overhead, screeching as if in accusation. One of the guards nearby Cameron raised his rifle, aiming it at the swooping bird. Abasi snapped something in his own language, pushing the weapon. The shot rang out anyway, though Abasi had spoiled the soldier’s aim. Cameron scanned the sky, seeking the hawk, but saw no sign of it. With a general panic about to break out, she took charge. “Everyone calm down!” Abasi repeated the plea in Arabic, and the crowd slowly ceased to shout and cry out at every kiss of the breeze or buzz of an insect. “We have a lot of work to do, everyone. You know your assignments, so let’s get to it. As soon as Abasi’s people have declared the tomb safe, I want the photographers ready to begin documenting the shrine. We need conservators ready to preserve some delicate finds as well. We only have a few hours until nightfall, and I want every inch of the shrine and the chamber photographed before we lock up the tomb.” Cameron’s calm, forceful directives snapped everyone completely out of their panic. Seemingly grateful for the distraction, everyone turned their attention to following her directions. “Well done,” Abasi remarked, and then gestured to one of the men he’d brought with him. “Ashraf will ensure that the tomb is safe.” “Thank you, Abasi.” Cameron then looked around to ensure everyone was making the preparations she’d ordered. Some ...

... people still whispered, and a few still bore spooked expressions. “Trent, I think a little relaxation is in order. I know that I said that we have too much to do, but I think you should go ahead with the little Halloween party you suggested.” Trent chuckled nervously and shrugged. “I already have everything here. I’ve had people bringing things in for a couple of days.” Cameron narrowed her eyes, irritated that he’d decided to go ahead with his plan despite her lack of approval. She sighed and shook her head, deciding that it wasn’t worth worrying over, because it had worked out for the best. “Keep the alcohol to a minimum. I don’t want everyone so hungover in the morning that they can’t work.” “Understood,” Trent responded. Cameron walked to her tent and took a deep breath as soon as she closed the flap behind her. She sat down heavily on her bed and shuddered, her nerves finally getting the better of her. She would never admit it, but the series of coincidences had unnerved her as well. The sound of everyone going about their business outside soon settled her nerves, however. Cameron chuckled and pulled out the band holding her hair back in a tail, rolling her eyes at her reaction to the hawk. For just a fraction of a second, she’d entertained the thought that the bird was the Ba of Emuishere or Djeserit, come to seek revenge for opening the tomb. She retied her tail and wiped the sweat from her brow, now amused by her unusual descent into superstition. Back on an even keel, ...