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Alistair's fingers tapped across the keyboard at an unfathomable rate.

"We need to find out more about this tablet. It's history, and most importantly, where it is now. Time is short, Karel will be eager to dominate the universe!" His eyebrows furrowed with worry.

A copy of 'Mesopotamian Mythology' lay on the desk. I began thumbing through it, carefully looking for a relative section. A picture of a large clay tablet appeared, with a caption 'The Tablet of Destiny.' It was an obvious artist's impression.

A brief paragraph accompanied the picture.

"The Tablet of Destiny. Written in cuneiform script, it states that the god Enlil is the supreme ruler of the universe. Legend tells that the holder of the tablet has the means to control the cosmos."

Silence descended. Winston, Alistair and Kurtis all stood, looking thoughtful.

"We're screwed." Kurtis said bluntly.

"Well, that's one way of putting it."

"Couldn't you perhaps visit Tehran? Karel is masking as the Taliban, after all." Winston was making his best effort.

"It seems to obvious. He would expect that, and have something waiting. And knowing Karel, it wouldn't be a nice surprise." Kurtis stated monotonously.

"How about we contact the Taliban? They might have something to say about all this." Alistair chimed in.

"Dangerous, admittedly. But I don't really think we have much choice."

Suddenly, the computer flashed, and a masked figure appeared.

"Miss Croft, we have much to discuss."

Well, that was going to save a few phone calls. I sat on the chair, swiveling round to face the figure.

"I wish you would all remember it's Mrs. I'm married now."

I raised my embellished finger to the webcam.

"My apologies, Mrs Croft. Now, enough of the formalities. You are well aware that one of your old, dear friends holds the 'Tablet of Destiny.' You want this artifact, I trust?"

"Yes, you trust well. Why, are you one of his accomplices?"

"Well, you could say that. But, unknown to him, I have no more desire to work for him. He promised that he would co-govern with the Taliban to create the perfect world. That's becoming increasingly unlikely."

"Why do you say that?"

"Five of our men were killed yesterday. He robbed them of organs, it was terrible. We need your help, Mrs Croft. The world depends on it."

"Yes, I can quite imagine. Just one question, how do you know who I am, how to contact me?"

"Karel was adamant that any threat from you should be quickly expelled. But I don't trust him. We need your assistance."

"Where are you now?"

"At the moment, we're assembled in Prague. The Strahov Fortress, I believe?"

"Talk about attachment! I guess Karel just doesn't like change."

"We'll see you soon."

The End

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