Falling was just one of the many dangers in her profession, falling into a never before known tomb was something exciting and terrifying all at the same time. "Kierwin, you alright" his voice thundering in the small chamber as she coughed "I'm fine. Just be careful around the opening" luckily there were no traps of sharpened sticks or a plethora of other nasty traps the ancient Egyptians tended to put into their tombs to keep out grave robbers.
Picking up the flash light she swung it around to illuminate the pitch black path before her "Donovan, set up a line and get the device. I'm going to see where this path leads too." She knew that Donovan would be quite worried for her safety and she knew of his romantic feelings towards her but, he was a dedicate member of the order and would do the job professionally. Looking at the walls the feeling of dread filled her for a moment. It had been a very long time since she had felt something such as that. It had been her third expedition into the Yucatan jungle, searching for remnants of a lost temple when she had found the pool of filth. The villagers nearby had told her tales of men going mad with a black sickness and ravaging their families before the rest of the tribe would kill them. She inadvertently released a small filth infection into a large village whom her guides were from. The two weeks had dragged as she watched men, women, and children fall so far into inhuman atrocities. Escaping by hiding deep within the temple and calling in the slaughter of hundreds by having Temple Hall firebomb the area to stop the spread of filth. There were nights she could still hear the screams of children being torn apart by their parents, the dread she had come to realize that if the filth were allowed to spread throughout the world. It would be deafening as millions upon millions of innocent people would fall victim.
The sloping ceiling of the path had been slowly drawing closer the further she went. The walls were bare of any hieroglyphs only troubled her more, the Egyptians would adorn the walls or entry of a tomb to ward of spirits or to direct the spirit of the person inside up towards the afterlife. The beam of light from her flash light shone over a crumbled bundle of cloth. Resting on her stomach she inched forward slowly. Removing the expandable baton from its holster. With a flick of her wrist it extended out with a sharp click. Gently she prodded the bundle with the end of the baton, keeping an eye on her surroundings for slight signs of movement from any concealed traps.
The cloth wasn't Egyptian, it's stitching something more along the lines of the last thirty or forty years. It's soft brown coloration was from the dye and not from age, the bundle wasn't attached to a trigger as Kierwin lifted it completely from the ground. Looking at it closer she saw the two small emblems. One appeared to be the national flag of the old USSR, the other was one that she hadn't seen before. A pattern of interlocking lines.
Letting it fall to the ground it's form was revealed to be a military jacket. Deep brown stains covered the upper portion around the collar, a stain she knew quite well to be old dried blood. "Hey Keirwin" Donovan called to her from the opening she had fallen through. He had secured a rope and had made his way down holding a small wooden box in one hand.
"Take it we're not the first huh?" his cheery outlook on things brought a small grin to her lips "doesn't seem like it and this poor fellow had a bad time down here" she shone her light further down the hallway "question is, where is his body?"
Picking up the flash light she swung it around to illuminate the pitch black path before her "Donovan, set up a line and get the device. I'm going to see where this path leads too." She knew that Donovan would be quite worried for her safety and she knew of his romantic feelings towards her but, he was a dedicate member of the order and would do the job professionally. Looking at the walls the feeling of dread filled her for a moment. It had been a very long time since she had felt something such as that. It had been her third expedition into the Yucatan jungle, searching for remnants of a lost temple when she had found the pool of filth. The villagers nearby had told her tales of men going mad with a black sickness and ravaging their families before the rest of the tribe would kill them. She inadvertently released a small filth infection into a large village whom her guides were from. The two weeks had dragged as she watched men, women, and children fall so far into inhuman atrocities. Escaping by hiding deep within the temple and calling in the slaughter of hundreds by having Temple Hall firebomb the area to stop the spread of filth. There were nights she could still hear the screams of children being torn apart by their parents, the dread she had come to realize that if the filth were allowed to spread throughout the world. It would be deafening as millions upon millions of innocent people would fall victim.
The sloping ceiling of the path had been slowly drawing closer the further she went. The walls were bare of any hieroglyphs only troubled her more, the Egyptians would adorn the walls or entry of a tomb to ward of spirits or to direct the spirit of the person inside up towards the afterlife. The beam of light from her flash light shone over a crumbled bundle of cloth. Resting on her stomach she inched forward slowly. Removing the expandable baton from its holster. With a flick of her wrist it extended out with a sharp click. Gently she prodded the bundle with the end of the baton, keeping an eye on her surroundings for slight signs of movement from any concealed traps.
The cloth wasn't Egyptian, it's stitching something more along the lines of the last thirty or forty years. It's soft brown coloration was from the dye and not from age, the bundle wasn't attached to a trigger as Kierwin lifted it completely from the ground. Looking at it closer she saw the two small emblems. One appeared to be the national flag of the old USSR, the other was one that she hadn't seen before. A pattern of interlocking lines.
Letting it fall to the ground it's form was revealed to be a military jacket. Deep brown stains covered the upper portion around the collar, a stain she knew quite well to be old dried blood. "Hey Keirwin" Donovan called to her from the opening she had fallen through. He had secured a rope and had made his way down holding a small wooden box in one hand.
"Take it we're not the first huh?" his cheery outlook on things brought a small grin to her lips "doesn't seem like it and this poor fellow had a bad time down here" she shone her light further down the hallway "question is, where is his body?"