[center][color=gray]A fight collab by [@Lexisheeps] x [@Estylwen][/color]

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"No sudden moves?" He sighed, "Right, right." Nick mumbled to himself as he slid down the obelisk. It might of been against his better judgement, but he approached the guy currently barking orders. Hands raised to be seen, of course, "So uh," He started with a smirk as he lowered his hands slightly, "You're not the one in charge here, are you?"

[b]"That's none of your business."[/b] The man spat, keeping his gun trained on Nick.

Briefly, the one holding the gun and a few of the other men that had quickly made their approach spoke in Arabic to one another. Exchanged looks between themselves before glancing warily at Nick.

The man holding the gun took another step forward, keeping an eye out for any sudden moves. [b]"Tell us [i]exactly[/i] what you're doing here."[/b]

"No, I don't think you are." Nick winked as he spoke callously.

Was he really [i]that [/i]intimating?! He couldn't be, given his smaller stature. But the guys that had approached seemed extra cautious. Including the one with the gun. Everything that was spoken was all in Arabic, so Nick had no clue what was being said. The short glances between them as they eyed him up, told him enough though. There was a slow pace to his steps as he put one foot in front of the other. Inching closer to the man carrying the gun before finally stopping just out of arms reach.

Nick answered the man with a smirk as he aired his train of thought, "Aw, but [i]mom[/i]!"

The man growled, before he gestured to the others standing around him.

[b]"If you don't wanna talk, we'll just beat it outta ya."[/b]

Three out of the four men surrounding Nick raised their fists, and one launched forward, aiming to suckerpunch the young man in the stomach.

"Don't [i]threaten [/i]me with a [i]good [/i]time!"

A suckerpunch? Don't you legally have to be a sucker for those to work properly?! Allegedly, of course. Nick didn't move out of the way, but he did kick his knee up to block. Physical contact had been made. And since both sides preferred skipping to third base, mayhem ensued.

But not just because of Nick's brash demeanor. His thirst for anarchy certainly didn't help, but the Cairo Museum agents had followed him as well. For once, Nick's lack of real skill, was proving to be useful to him. He couldn't possibly take all these guys out by himself, but the guy who'd barked orders hadn't said the magic word- [i]please[/i]. So of course, Nick wasn't about to cooperate... 

Most of the yelling was in Arabic, but still demanding in nature. One stolen shotgun later, Nick found himself trying out his shiny new toy, "How do these work again?" Came a metaphorical question, "I just pull this here?" When the Cairo agents realized Nick was only shooting at the cult members for target practice, they stopped shooting at him. Oh, how nice of them. Maybe they could be friends, not. Nick had no interest in being controlled by Cairo. Or anybody else for that matter, "Neat."

As the mysterious hooded men sported pistols, one had to assume the shotgun was from the Cairo agents who thought [i]now[/i] was a good tolime to break cover and interfere.

[b]"Get to cover, and don't let that brat get away!"[/b] The leader barked orders from the back, taking cover behind some rubble.

[i]Brat[/i]?! Honestly, the man wasn't far from the truth. But Nick still glared in his direction, taking it a little personally. Fired several more rounds, "I'd rather be a [i]brat [/i]than somebody's [i]bitch[/i]." He mumbled more to himself than to anybody else.

The other members responded by pulling out their own pistols and firing on the Cairo agents. When they found that Nick had lifted a shotgun, they quickly vaporized and reappeared in thin air, dodging the spray of bullets.

Well, except for one.

But on the next round of shots, the guys... started vanishing? But not the Cairo agents. The disappearing act left Nick standing there, a bit stunned. But he gathered himself quickly as the other guys seemed to find this... perfectly normal. Tomfoolery? Yes. But only in Egypt? Nick wasn't so sure due to his lack of experience. One of the magicians reappeared and instinctively he shot, but success wasn't his.

He was staring wide-eyed at Nick, his body flickering weakly before he took a bullet in the leg, and fell back.

Nick bent over the wounded cult member. He hadn't shot the guy, one of the agents had been faster. His tone was not mocking of the injuries, but curious about the glowing belt buckle, "Why is it purple?" He reached his hand out to take the buckle, but several shots in his direction spooked him out of his almost trance-like state. He wasn't sure if it had been an agent or a zealot, but he rolled out of the way regardless.

Some sand had splashed his face and he was low on ammo, "Shit." Nick rubbed at his eye as he got back to his feet.

Found it rather generous of himself to let the agents do the rest of the shooting. And made his way to what seemed to be some sort of abandoned construction site turned storage locker. Opened boxes of food and weapons, "Jesus! It's like Christmas in here!" Nick was all too happy to reload his own ammo, while looking over some of the more interesting artillery these guys had clearly stolen from the agents, "No wonder they're pissed."

After a moment or so, Nick was digging through a box of French snacks in a box labeled Giza. He looked around at the littered boxes, realizing most of them had been destined to go to one place, "What the hell is going on over at Giza?" He crossed his feet as he sat unwrapping his tasty snack.

[b]"Wouldn't you like to know?"[/b] Said a gruff voice as the hard metal of a pistol's barrel was pressed against the back of Nick's head. It seemed the leader had finally caught up.

Oh this could be fun.
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So like, what's a father supposed to do?

[i]Some [/i]people currently roaming around Egypt didn't exactly have responsibilities. They didn't care about silly things like self preservation. Here's looking at you, [i]Sunshine[/i]. Thierry though? Not so lucky. He pulled himself upright after coming to, but stayed silently hidden as Sabrina spoke to Cosette. He was frustrated. Angered to a point of tears when he saw the statue in Cosette's tiny hand, but hesitated as his wife called out. It wasn't fair. Everything was crashing around him. All his hopes and dreams. As selfish as some of them might have been. How could he protect his children and continue his desire to work for The Louvre, if this was to be the outcome? It just wasn't fair.

And then Sabrina made a comment about being in worse situations with him. Worse situations? This was the worst case scenario, as far as Thierry was concerned. His children were involved. Whereas before? It was just him that would've paid the ultimate price. He felt disgusted with himself and his lack of paternal preservation. After a moment of soaking in the noises that echoed, he stood up. Tried to make it seem as if he was just coming to, instead of a father who was bluntly ignoring his endangered family. Sabrina would probably chew him out for this later, if she noticed... if they survived.

The sensation of ooze started at his hairline. Slowly made it's way to his eyebrow, "Dad, you're [i]bleeding[/i]!" One of his kids called out, but he ignored it. The blood and the child. Must of hit his head off the statue as he'd been sucked into the portal. He was completely enraged by the situation at hand. Consumed with his desire to solve the puzzle and get the hell out of here.

The more Cosette's flashlight waved around the room, the realization of what type of room this was washed over Thierry. The concept didn't make much sense, given this was an Egyptian tomb, not Mayan. Sacrifice. A blood offering? Here in Khufu's tomb? Thierry was dumbfounded as he manhandled the flashlight out of his youngest daughter's hands, without a word. His raucous behavior was entirely out of place, but it was all he could to keep his temper flattened. Sabrina would probably chew him out for this later too, but only if they survived.

His daughter's flashlight rested on Mr. Andrew, but only momentarily. The next? The floor. Thierry decided Mr. Andrew's face doubled as a punching bag. Mr. Andrew's words had echoed in the forefront of Thierry's mind, [i]You brought your kids? Are you insane?[/i] That was the tipping point. And Thierry would be damned if he didn't make himself clear, that bringing his kids here wasn't his idea.

Mr. Andrew laid there moaning, while clutching at his nose in pain, "What the hell!"

Thierry shook his dominant hand out. He wasn't exactly soft spoken as he verbally spat at Mr. Andrew, "Why the hell didn't you tell me this tomb had a sacrificial room?"

"Why the hell did you bring your kids?!" Mr. Andrew moaned back. He was still clutching his face, but finally sat upright.

By now, there must of been an audience as the two agents argued openly. A wife who knew somewhat what was going on. An only son who idealized him too heavily. And two daughters. The first one being old enough to grasp what was going on. The other? Collateral damage.

"Do you really think I [i]want [/i]them here?!" Thierry's anger was peaking again as he inhaled, "Answer me, [i]cautiously[/i]."

"Boys!" Came a woman's voice from the other side of the room, but it wasn't Sabrina's, "Play nice. We can get out of here this way." And despite the light being pointed in that direction, nobody seemed to be standing there. Had the voice been disembodied? 

Thierry looked sternly at Mr. Andrew.

The Egyptian shook his head as a purple flame engulfed all of the wooden torches in the room, "Boris's wife."

He felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck. Did Mr. Andrew mean what Thierry thought he meant? Surely, Mr. Andrew had been joking about Boris yesterday. The Cairo agent had been drinking, after all. But now? Thierry had a feeling of regret form high in his throat. What exactly had he gotten his family into? He gently sat the Hello Kitty flashlight down, as if to symbolically give it back to Cosette. She'd seemed tearful when he'd taken the light, but fearful when he approached her again.

Thierry's gaze locked onto Theo's and rested there momentarily. He didn't deserve the boy's admiration. Certainly not at this moment. And then Aurélie caught his attention. No wonder his oldest fought with him. Thierry felt his daughter had ever right to. He sighed as he looked to his wife, "Sabrina..." Fear played with Thierry's facial features, but his voice faltered. He looked away, unsure of the future.

"Has the glamour faded yet?" Thierry questioned himself, more than Theo.

Mr. Andrew spoke sternly, while headed in the direction the disembodied voice had come from, "We should go."

This rekindled angered feelings within Thierry. No way in hell did he want to trust any of the Cairo agents. Mr. Andrew had known about the pyramid having a human blood sacrificial room, but failed or refused to inform him. What choice did Thierry have? He didn't want to be the only agent escorting his family around the unfamiliar setting. He turned to face Sabrina once more. His voice cracked as he glanced over her and his children, "I don't know what else to do."

There's no point in this mortal life, of being an agent, if there's nothing to go back to. Nothing to hope for. But what happens if everything that you had to go back to, gets pulled into the melodrama of being an agent? Thierry realized he was facing a paradoxical mission and was utterly terrified. The Louvre was using Thierry. A guinea pig of sorts. To see what happens when an agent comes under certain pressures. Frederik didn't have a family. Mr. Cress must of hand picked him, hoping for nothing but the best.

Thierry whimpered quietly, as he watched his family follow Mr. Andrew through the tight corridor. Then made up the rear once certain Cosette had done as she'd been told this time. Why? Why wasn't he a stronger person? A stronger father?

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