The Cursed Pharaoh (The Hank Boyd Origins Book 1) by Matthew James

Author:Matthew James
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-03-20T06:00:00+00:00

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“William! Hank!” Ben shouted, stomping frantically on the floor. He was hoping it would open again. At the very least, he wanted to make sure his friends were okay.

“It won’t work,” Yasin said, putting a hand on Ben’s shoulder.

Wheeling on the local, Ben grabbed him by his shirt collar and slammed him into the nearest wall, pinning him in place. “This is your fault!”

Yasin nodded. “It is and I am sorry for that.”

A gentle hand calmed Ben and he looked at its owner. “Please, Dr. Fehr, let him go. That won’t help.”

Knowing Aziz was right, Ben released Yasin and stepped away. “How do we get down there?”

“We don’t,” Yasin replied, stepping back as Ben raised an angry fist.

With his background in Zill Allah, Ben figured Yasin could easily kill him but he also knew that Yasin wanted nothing to do with the group either. He was between a rock and a hard place for sure. Most of all, Ben was flustered and out of his element, reacting on pure instinct instead of thought-out logic.

“But we may be able to find them if we go through there.”

Ben followed the man’s outstretched finger. It pointed to their original destination. “What makes you so sure?”

“Call it a hunch.”

“Zill Allah?” Ben asked.

Yasin nodded. “I may know a thing or two, yes.”

Looking at Aziz, Ben watched him stare hard at his cousin. Blinking, he turned to his employer and nodded. “We can trust him.”

“Fine,” Ben said, knowing he was about to okay the destruction of a priceless ruin. “Get started.”

Rushing to the blocked entrance, Yasin and Aziz prepped the fallen jackhammer. Lifting it, Yasin, the larger of the two men, placed its tip against the decorative stone blockade. As soon as it touched the chiseled nameplate, it depressed. It’s what must’ve triggered the trap door. But as they touched it again, something else happened.

A thunderous boom erupted, originating from somewhere above them. The earth rumbled, as a result, getting Yasin moving. He activated the jackhammer and went to work on the entrance—just as the passage behind them began to collapse in on itself.

“Oh, God,” Ben said, backpedaling. “We need to hurry.”

“I am!” Yasin shouted.

While unrighteous in his ways at times, Ben believed the man to be true in his attempt to save them. He also believed in the afterlife and he wasn’t ready to experience it yet.

The crashing of stone on stone along with the incessant pounding of machinery was going to be the end of Ben. His head was already aching from stress and lack of sleep. If they didn’t get the door open soon, they’d all feel nothing when tons of stone and sand crushed them.

Seeing the advancing darkness creep closer and closer, Ben looked back to the Nassirs and prayed.

His eyes returned to the passage. “I’d rather have a damn migraine.”

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