The Pyramid Page #3

we were never here by morning.

What is going on?

It's all written down there. This is not

a conference. Now just go, please.

- So, that's it? That's it?

- And what would you like me to do?

How about anything?

You barely put up a fight.

I don't fight battles

I can't win, alright?

I have got a career to think of,

and so do you.

- Don't forget that!

- Okay.

But we can't walk away from here

with nothing to show.

I am not...

Dad, please!

This is the find of the century.

And you're going to give up

when we are this close.

We owe this to our name.

- What's the harm?

- Besides toxic air poisoning?

We won't go in ourselves, okay?

We'll just send in Shorty.

He can take some readings

and some pictures.

A couple of hours.

Nobody will even know that we were gone.

Dad, I know what you're thinking.

Look me in the eye and tell me

that you don't wanna see

what's going on in that pyramid.

Trust me.

- Got it?

- Yeah.

Yes!

Guys, captain Egypt is following you,

and he doesn't look happy.

Hold on. Hold on.

Let me talk to him real quick.

Zahir, what is he saying?

He's saying that... he's wondering

why we still have our stuff here.

He's here to supervise us,

make sure we get on the plane tomorrow.

Tell him not to worry,

that we are wrapping things up,

- that everything is on schedule.

- Dad, what the hell?

Fine, fine.

How does the air check out?

No. Don't even think about it, Nora.

There's no way you're going in there.

Actually, according to the meters,

it's showing minimal traces of toxic fumes,

but definitely below dangerous levels.

But I'm assuming it's because

we're still close to the entrance.

- Can you enhance that?

- Can you get out of my workspace, please?

It's a $3 million rover.

Yeah, I can enhance it.

Zoom in. Zoom in right there.

Make that larger. Zoom in.

- Dad, please.

- What?

That. This says "slaughter."

This says "God."

- Yeah, this one says "underworld."

- What? Really?

Relax, Fitzie, these are just symbols

to scare away grave robbers.

Curved stick. Staff.

- What the hell is that?

- That, my dear, is the symbol of Osiris.

- Osiris?

- He's the God of the afterlife.

He's also considered by the Egyptians

as the first pharaoh.

Oh, God. Okay, what was that?

It must've been a dog. Got in somehow.

They left the opening unguarded.

Let's just keep our wits sharp, all right?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What?

You guys hear that?

I've lost all external control.

Both the camera feeds.

- Hold on, hold on. Damn dogs.

- You mean...

Hold on.

Shorty's offline. I got to go get him.

No. You are not going in there.

We have no idea what's in there.

Could be fumes still.

No. Be realistic, Zahir.

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