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The air was hot and humid. I pulled off all the flying gear, revealing a tight black crop top, teamed with camouflage shorts and a jet black belt. I retrieved a grey backpack and zipped up my brownish-grey boots and tightened my holsters, checking that my Vector-R35’s were securely in place. Then I re-plaited my unsettled hair and brushed the dust that had settled off my bare skin. Finally I slipped on a pair of black fingerless gloves. I arose to see Kurtis transfixed on me.

"You're dressing like you used to."

"I know. It takes me back to other times."

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Dust rolled down the entrance to the dig. The entire operation had been cornered off with aging tape. No one had been here for a good twenty years. The steps were unstable and one broke under my weight. I fell for a fraction of a second then gasped as I grabbed a protruding ledge. Kurtis' voice echoed.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, just be careful. The steps are ancient."

Soon Kurtis joined me and a small torch revealed that the floor was in sight.

The walls were covered in ancient paintings and etchings in another language. The pictures depicted rituals, I could gather that. But the language was unknown to me. I glanced at the pictures for a while, then I realised. There were twelve assembled around a golden, glowing orb. The symbol of the Infinitio was engraved into the cloaks of all of the twelve. So many things flooded to mind that my brain couldn't contain it all. I realised that the twelve represented the disciples of Jesus. Hebrew was a tongue I wasn't so familiar with, but I attempted a translation.

"Alpha and Omega signifies the beginning and the end, but we are the future."

So...they were 'Neo Disciples?'  I consulted Kurtis.

"So the Cup of Jamshid is to these...like the Holy Grail?"

I gasped. He could well have been right.

And whenever higher powers became involved, things became ugly.

Suddenly screeching bats flew from a crevice in the wall. Kurtis was stunned, but with his strange weapon and my trusty pistols, we made light work of them.

"That's the thing I hate about bats, is that they always mean there are worse things to come." I moaned.

Right on cue, a strange, undead skeleton stumbled out into the tomb, wailing. But then it wasn't prepared for our slick teamwork.

And quickly recalling past events, I realised Karel hadn't been prepared either.


The End

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