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The Offering

... so here I sit wondering if the burial is intact. This room’s organization and my instincts tell me it is, though.” “It’s certainly motivated you to clear this chamber out in a hurry. I didn’t think we’d have everything moved out until November.” Cameron turned and examined a chest she hadn’t been able to see well because the chair that had just ascended to the surface was in the way. “Sealed. As well preserved as everything is anyway, I can’t imagine what wonders we’re going to find inside these boxes and chests.” “You haven’t opened any of them yet?” “I’ve had the conservators and Cynthia setting up to preserve anything we might conceivably find inside. We’re going to open the first one tonight after we lock down the tomb.” Trent tore his eyes away from the sight of Cameron’s sweat-soaked top clinging to her breasts, the thin bra she wore beneath doing little to hide her nipples. His eyes immediately fell upon one of the Ka statues, even less covered than Cameron. He cleared his throat and pretended to examine a Senet board. “When do you think we’ll be ready to open the burial chamber?” “Another three days to put everything here in storage. We’ll need the room, because we’ll have the whole team plus several representatives of the Council.” She walked up between the Ka statues and placed her palm against the wall. A second later, she flinched away from the sound of beating wings and feathers brushing against her hair. “Uh... Cameron, are you okay?” “Did...” Cameron trailed ...

... off and looked around the chamber, almost positive she would see a bird flittering around. “A fly must have buzzed my ear.” Trent shrugged, and then said, “We could be ready to open the burial chamber on Halloween, then. That would play well on the news – once Antiquities will let us tell anyone this is here, anyway.” Cameron scoffed and asked, “That’s the first thing you think of?” “I think we had this discussion the last time we spoke.” “I suppose we did,” Cameron responded, shaking her head. The difference in priorities and the resulting conflict was exactly what had torn her relationship with Trent apart. “Doesn’t matter, really. You’re in charge, so knowledge will have priority over publicity. I’m man enough to admit that it’s probably a good thing, even if I don’t like it. I’m going back topside. Let me know how it goes with opening the box tonight.” “I will,” Cameron replied, watching his retreating back and wondering if perhaps an old dog can learn new tricks. **** “Are we ready?” Cameron asked, squinting in the bright light. Cynthia held up her camera and checked the nearby tables, all weighed down with various preservation fluids and airtight containers. “As ready as we can be.” “Here we go, then,” Cameron said with a smile, and picked up her scalpel. The hardened resin resisted the blade, but thankfully the thin layer didn’t require force that would damage the fine wood of the box. The laborious process took long minutes, but finally, Cameron put down the scalpel. ...