II The Pharaoh's Curse
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Richard clutched the wooden box a little tighter in his pocket. The Scotsman felt like his entire life had been turned upside down in just a matter of a week. Ever since he laid his hands on this map Richard lost his job in the library and now he found himself being lead into a prison which probably held some of the worlds most cunning and dangerous criminals. Hamunaptra better be worth this, he thought to himself as he followed the two guards up another flight of stairs.
It was at the end of the hallway that the guards stopped Richard in front of the last cell. In it was a woman who, quite frankly, looked more alien in this god forsaken place than Richard did. “Wanda Maximoff?” rasped the Scotsman as he took a bold step towards the cell’s bars. “My name is Richard. Richard Mayhew. I’m a librarian at the National Library of Archaeology.” Why the hell was he telling her all of this? Now that Richard thought about he he doubted she wanted to know his whole backstory. Swallowing his words he decided to get to the point. “I’m told yer’ the person to see about this.” Grabbing the box from his pocket, he held it out gingerly in his hand. “What can you tell me about Hamunaptra?”













