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The Offering

... Cameron stepped outside to make sure everyone else stayed on course. **** “Well done,” Cameron declared as the last of the photographers exited the burial chamber. Every section of wall and shrine had required three photographs to document due to the limited space between the two, requiring most of the available time between Ashraf declaring the tomb safe and undamaged, and nightfall. She took the man’s camera and hung it over her shoulder, joining the other five cameras already weighing her down. “Go ahead up and join the party.” Cameron walked back through the tomb, already able to hear the music playing from the party above. The announcement of the party had turned around the remaining tension of the hawk, so Cameron decided that the inevitable little problems the celebration would cause were worth it. The weight of the cameras on her shoulder beginning to tell, she picked up her pace and locked the tomb. A moment after sealing the upper gate, the guard preparing to take his station in front of it snapped his gaze off into the distance, toward the trail leading to the camp. Cameron turned and noticed everyone else turning to face the same direction as the guard. Though she couldn’t hear anything over the music from the party, she could see two of the guards arguing with a group of diggers and other locals. Abasi hurried toward the commotion. Cameron picked up her pace, and upon seeing Cynthia, slipped the camera straps off her shoulder. “What’s going on?” Cynthia asked. ...

... Her eyes locked on the scuffle, barely visible between two tents, Cameron answered, “I don’t know, but I’m about to find out. Can you take these to the computer, please?” “Of course.” “Thank you,” Cameron responded. The music suddenly stopped, allowing her to hear the authoritative voices of the guards issuing commands, Abasi’s voice attempting to restore calm, and the agitated voices of the locals. All were speaking Arabic, and the din of the people talking over each other made it impossible for Cameron to decipher anything, despite her relative fluency in the language. Trent moved to intercept Cameron as she hurried toward the scene. “From what I’ve gathered, they’re family to the diggers. Abasi said we should all stay here and let him deal with it.” “Well, he’s going to have to deal with me, as well,” Cameron said when she saw one of the guards cuff a dark-haired woman. Pushing her way past the protesting Trent and around the makeshift decorations of the Halloween party, Cameron closed on the increasingly tense gathering. As she approached, she managed to distinguish individual voices. What she heard offered no comfort, as the diggers were surely on the verge of desertion, spurred by stories of woe from the family members. The dark-haired woman that the guard had struck again attempted to reach Abasi just as Cameron reached the group, some of whom were already fleeing the area. The same guard raised his hand, but Cameron interposed her body between him and the woman. “Stop ...