The Orpheus Legacy (Joe Hawke Book 12) by Rob Jones

Author:Rob Jones
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2019-06-19T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“You heard the man,” Ryan said. “He wants his treasure. If we hand it over, I’m sure he’ll let us live. He seems like a very nice man, after all.”

“Yeah,” Kamala said. “He’s a real gent.’

Lea gave Ryan a mischievous grin. “You know, that’s not such a crazy idea.”

“Eh?” Ryan, along with everyone else stared at her.

Camacho checked the shocked reactions in the room and was first to speak. “Have you lost your mind?”

Lexi stepped forward and confronted her. “We can’t just hand the map over!”

“We’re not going to hand the map over,” Lea continued. “We hand him something else to buy us time while we search for a way out of here.”

Hawke thought about what she was proposing. “Lea’s right. If we can take something else out to him and keep him busy, that gives us time to get busy and make an escape through that wall.”

“Excellent idea,” Scarlet said. “What are you going to take up to him, Bale?”

Ryan’s eyes widened. “Me? Why?”

“You’re the only one who can convince him it’s authentic.”

“I’ll do it.” Hawke reached into the sarcophagus and pulled out a bunch of the papyrus leaves. “This ought to float his boat for a few minutes. How long is it going to take to get through that wall?”

Reaper ran his hand over the sandstone and sighed. “Ten more minutes. It’s very thin in certain places because of the design of the waterpipes.”

Lea turned to Hawke and raised an eyebrow. “Think you can hold out for five minutes?”

“Well…” Scarlet began.

“Don’t go there, Cairo,” Lea said.

Hawke gave the SAS woman a look and shook his head. “Wish me luck.”

He made his way back down the tunnel until he reached the small patch of light shining on the dusty floor from the hole above where the altar had stood. Looking up, he was greeted by the grinning faces of the Blood Crew.

He climbed up the rope and reached the floor of the upper tomb. “You don’t happen to know if there’s anywhere good to eat around here, do you?”

Their reply was to grab him around the head, haul him out of the hole and kick him in the stomach. He doubled over, grimacing in pain. Pretending to be in much more agony than he truly was, he took a few seconds to count their guns and mark their positions in the tomb. He also noted a pile of tactical waterproof rifle bags which explained the dry condition of their weapons. “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

Mukendi and Crombez heaved him up off the floor and brought him to his feet. “And stay there, you piece of shit!” The Belgian said.

“So, this is the mighty Joe Hawke.” Kashala curled his lip into a sneer as he padded across the upper section of the tomb.

“Yes, but that’s not what’s on my business card.”

“You think you are a funny man, Hawke? You think you can make jokes when you have a ten inch blade sliding into your stomach?”

“Never really thought about that exact scenario, to be honest, but on reflection I’d say no.

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