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“Mummies. Two unidentified mummies, but this gentleman assured us that he knew their identities, and it would change the world.”

“Where the fuck are those crates?” asked Garr.

“We have to find Fayek.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” smirked one of the security guards, walking toward Major. He turned, smiling at the others. “Give me your weapon.”

“Take it,” said Major.

Of course, the man was foolish enough to accept the taunt. He reached for the weapon, and Major gripped his forearm, twisting, then turning his body to face the others. He pressed at his wrist, just above his thumb, and his weapon clattered to the floor.

“Listen to me. We are not your enemy. We are with Voodoo Guardians Security. We are here to catch Dr. Fayek and find those crates. Now, you can help us, or you can try to come at us again, but it will not end well for you.”

The woman looked at him, then back at the guards.

“Lower your weapons.” They did as they were told then helped their friend to stand. “I never met this Dr. Fayek, only this man. He said he had a partner and that they had been working to find these two for decades.”

“Do they live in the area?” asked Sebastian.

“He said he lived near London, but I’m not certain of where. I do need to tell you that we authenticated the dating of the materials. It was from between 26 and 40 AD.”

“Shit,” muttered Garr.

“Hey!” said Forrest, standing below the dock door. “I searched his car, and I think I have an address. Let’s go!”

Major stared at the woman, then at the security guards. He thought they got the message, but he wanted to be sure.

“What will you do if you find the crates?” she asked. Major walked past the small group, tucking his weapon in its holster.

“I’ll make sure they’re in the right hands.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Daphne remembered the man coming toward her with a cane. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of why he would walk toward her with a cane. He wasn’t limping. What did he need it for?

He needed it to beat the hell out of her. He swung hard at the side of her head, then slammed it into her face. Falling to the concrete, she only remembered pain and blissful darkness.

Opening her eyes just a crack, a man in black leaned over her, kissing her forehead. He lifted her easily, then walked away. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Don’t move, honey,” said the soft voice. “My name is Doc. I’m a medic and nurse. You’re quite a mess.”

“I h-hurt,” she murmured.

“Why did you go in there?” said the familiar voice. She turned, only one eye actually seeing anything. Brix. He was there. “Why, Daph? I begged you not to do this.”

“Lights,” she whispered. “Lights were flashing inside the warehouse. Then it went dark, and then a few minutes later, lights flashed again. I knew they were in there.”

“Baby, nothing is worth your life. Nothing.” She nodded, tears filling her swollen eyes as Doc worked on her nose and lacerations on her face.

“Maybe try not to be an asshole to the woman, Brix. She’s had enough for one day. He has no manners, honey. None. We’ve all tried to make him listen, even his mom and dad. Nope. He’s just an asshole sometimes.”

Daphne tried to smile, but it caused her tremendous pain. Brix reached for her hand, kissing the back of it.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be an asshole. I was worried for you,” he said, shaking his head.

“Home,” she whispered. Brix nodded.

“Yeah. Sure, okay. I’ll take you home.”

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