THE BRINK. frank/sadie
Most everyone was asleep.
The camp was quiet and calm: the only noise was the faint snoring of one of the exhausted archaeologists a few tents over. Frank was feeling uneasy. He knew this was the calm before the storm.
Something terrible waited for all of them in Hamunaptra.
There were some many innocent lives at stake; so many of them had no idea what was coming. Hunters kept their knowledge close to the vest. It only caused panic, at the best, if you said anything and, at the worst, they’d lock you up; certain you were insane.
He knew there was nothing they could say, now, that would convince the others. And when they finally could, would it be too late to save them?
“We’re getting close,” Frank said, his voice, though soft and low, cut through the silence of the night.
