Had finally caught up to the boy, but Ramses' level of anxiety for the situation failed to falter. With Theo's comment about his father though, a slight smile escaped him, "It's alright. I deserved it as part of my karma, I'm sure."

Theo's attention had clearly been somewhere else, but Ramses tried railing him back in, "We should go back to your family. It's wise to not split up down here. Even for those of us with experience."

Ramses let out a sigh. Theo seemed way too interested in the room with the glowing light, but he didn't call out again to try and stop the boy. Just followed cautiously behind him. Saw a line of Canopic Jars along the wall, but one of them was missing and one of them was smashed as if struck by something rather than regular decay. They were a little out of place, but then again, they were protection jars.

As Ramses hesitated to examine one of the jars, a boom of a voice rang out about never being free... "Yeah well, not with this line of work, no." He mumbled in response.

A blind son? Literal or figuratively? Ramses glanced over to Theo. [i]Both[/i]. The boy had been incredibly naive about wandering off by himself. Ramses couldn't help but wonder why his father had done so little to inform his son.

And then the voice seemed to directly mention him. [i]Hide[/i]? Someone clearly doesn't know what living paycheck to paycheck was. Even if he'd morally wanted to tell Thierry everything, he was bound by his employer. And even with what Ramses knew about this tomb, would it really be helpful? He knew a grand total of an unfinished map and some unverified lore.

The condescending tone of the disembodied voice annoyed Ramses more than frightened him. But he was an agent for the Cairo Museum after all. Was used to strange and mystical things happening around Egypt's historical sites, and the many artifacts they contained. But a sigh escaped him regardless as the sentient tomb hurled it's bolts at them.

Managed to do a ducking roll out of the way, but unfortunately in the opposite direction Theo had run, "Shit." The older man mumbled angrily. This kid was causing him unnecessary amounts of paperwork. [i]So you see, we angered the tomb's inhabitant[/i]... Words strung along in his mind's eye of exactly how he'd word what had happened on paper. 

Once the bolts seemed to stop, Ramses hurried himself over to the little man. Pulled him out of reach for the sentient attacker by pulling him on couched foot up the stairs. It was an insanely tight squeeze for one person, but dragging someone was laborious...

This would not be the first time Ramses would pull a child to safety, considering his line of work, but it also wouldn't be his last...

"Come on, you're alright. Take some breaths." But it seemed like it was no good. Ramses swore under his breath, "Damn."

Even as a trained agent like Ramses was, was starting to feel  the effects of the magics in the room. He slumped against the wall with a slight haze to his vision. And while he hated doing it, did the only reasonable option that was available to him, "Do me a favor and [i]stay here[/i]."

It was a long shot, but hopefully Theo being unconscious, would work in his favor. Ramses exited the small stair duct. Started heading towards what looked like a room with shiny pay dirt for grave robbers, but a bolt startled him. He started to head down the stairs, back towards the sacrificial room, but a single bolt caught up with him seconds later. He'd been too slow, too unprepared.

A darkened purple haze swirled around him. But he wasn't dead? The angry voice had clearly wanted him dead, but no such luck. What had started off as a blackened purple haze turned gray, then bright blue and gold. Laughter rang in his ears, but then stunned shouting. Ramses laid there, breathing hard. He was staring up at the bright day's sky that was filled with fluffy white clouds. Some agents approached him, bickering in his native tongue like a bunch of mother hens worried about their precious child.

"What happened?" A man asked as he lowered his facial scarf.

"Where am I?" Ramses questioned seriously while propping himself up with a facial rub. But the minute he saw the ancient site, it was as if he answered his own question as he hollered out, "[i]Fuck[/i]! Aamira was right!"

The conversation that followed was intense, but not entirely unusual for field agents. 

The man Ramses grabbed listened to the barked orders, "Get the de Villiers family out of Gaza. They're trapped in the sacrificial room and their son is in a stairwell."

"The [i]sacrificial [/i]room?!" The man's eyes went wide...

"So everything links back to Karnak then?"

"I'm not so sure, so don't cross any T's just yet." Ramses mumbled in response as he headed towards the temple, "Just make sure that whoever goes into the sacrificial area has a talisman. I think that's how I got transported here." 

"Sir ...we're still dealing with TWG."

"Shoot to kill anybody who shoots you."

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