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The Offering

... diggers with hand-picked ones.” Cameron knew that he had paused to let the weight of that statement settle on her shoulders. For the Council to react so quickly and decisively, the local expert had reason to believe that the tomb was both intact, and possibly filled with riches. “Have you opened it?” Cameron asked. Another email appeared in her inbox before she even finished speaking, titled wonderful things . Cameron couldn’t suppress her gasp upon opening the email and seeing the pictures inside. The tomb had some of the finest, most intact painting she’d ever seen. Hieroglyphs, likely a treasure trove of knowledge simply awaiting translation, lined the walls. Everywhere, the glint of gold and jewels. “I suppose you called to gloat,” Cameron absently murmured as she squinted at the image, attempting to read the script she could see in the images. “No, I’m calling to beg for help.” That took Cameron aback – but also made her angry. “If you think I’m going to...” “Cameron, I’m in trouble here. I’m coming to you, because you’re the only one I can come to. Antiquities shot down every suggestion I made until I said your name in desperation.” Cameron rolled her eyes. “Thanks so much for that.” “Every senior member of the team has come down sick or injured. I need someone here – and fast – with gravitas. Antiquities is going to take over the whole site, otherwise.” Trent sighed and continued, “Brass tacks. Exclusive foreign display privileges of the find for both museums. This ...

... is the find of the century, and only two places in the world outside Cairo will have access to anything more than pictures. There’s more, but Antiquities won’t let me tell even you about it unless you agree to take control of the site.” “I’m not going to be your figurehead, Trent.” “You’ll be in charge. Antiquities isn’t going to accept anything less.” A smile broke out on Cameron’s face, brought on by the resignation in his voice. “I’ll need to talk to the director.” “So you’ll come?” He asked with guarded hope. “I’ll be on a plane by tomorrow evening.” “Keep me up to date so I can have someone meet you at the airport.” Cameron imagined that she would spend most of the flight in exhausted sleep, because she doubted that her excitement would let her rest for a moment before the plane took off. **** The hot, dry air invigorated Cameron as she followed the member of the team that Trent had sent to meet her at the airport. She thought that he looked barely old enough to have graduated college, and if he represented what was left of the team, it was no wonder that Antiquities was threatening to take over the site. He also had a habit of staring at her breasts and legs, which made Cameron think that Trent had probably hand-picked the team. With the sun sinking toward the horizon, Cameron knew that the temperature would drop dramatically – and soon. Though still technically part of the Egyptian summer, October marked the transition to what passed for winter in the arid land of ...