intense couple of days for sure.
But man was it fun! he thought, smiling to himself.
He stepped over to the next bust. It was of Horus—the falcon god—the hero. He was king after his father, Osiris, was murdered by the treacherous Set. Isis’ statuette came after Horus. She was his mother and was adorned with a stern look. And then there was Osiris himself, and so on and so on down the royal line.
Todd loved this stuff the more he was around it. He had always loved the movies centered around the gods of old. The mythology behind it was amazing. Even if it was a farfetched tale, just the slight possibility that people like that existed in years past was awesome to him.
The original Harryhausen movies like Clash of the Titans , The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad , and Jason and the Argonauts were his favorites. They depicted the classic heroes fighting against the banes of their particular worlds. They were also some of Hank and Kane’s favorite movies too, something that brought them together further.
A clacking sound broke him from his admiration. He quickly turned and spotted a woman in a tight black dress and oversized sunglasses, making her way towards him. But before he could panic, she stopped a good twenty or so feet away, at another case of Thoth. He watched as her hip-length raven colored hair sashayed to a stop, eventually falling back into place behind her. She intently stared into the full-body display of the immaculately dressed god. Oddly, she just stood there and gazed at it, intently reading the information cards posted around the large glass case. She didn’t even take off her heavily tinted eyewear.
It wasn’t odd that a woman would read the text, but one dressed as her and this time of day… She just made him…nervous.
Todd wasn’t sure why he felt such fear towards the woman—or women in general. Even when he had to converse with Nicole or Olivia, he felt a slight case of anxiety. They were the alphas of the sex for sure. Those two could frighten a pack of wolves if they deemed it necessary, Nicole with her physical prowess, and Olivia with her inner fire.
There were other people in the hall too. It’s not like he was alone with her or anything. There were even other women in the room, but they were casually dressed for the weekend weather.
He glanced back over to the woman in black, sensing that she was different somehow. And…she moved closer to him. Not much, but it was enough to make him squirm.
Todd turned and headed back towards the security door leading down to the basement. Once he was through, no one could follow him. He was, in fact, the only one here with a keycard. That was enough for him to start calming some.
Just get downstairs and you’ll be fine.
“Excuse me?”
Todd whirled around, reaching for the gun underneath his Robert Langdon inspired jacket. However, he released his grip on the weapon once he saw who was speaking.
It was the black dressed beauty. She was standing not three feet from him. He wasn’t exactly sure how she could have covered that distance without him noticing. He remembered hearing her heels echo around the room when she originally entered. He surely would have heard them again.
It’s not like she could’ve jumped that distance and landed like a panther, right?
“Y-yes?” Todd couldn’t even look directly at her. She was sending chill after chill of nerve-wracking energy towards him. Breathing hard, he did his best to relax. Her posture wasn’t the least bit threatening. If she was, it was to his emotions and not to him physically.
“Could you help me find something, please?” Her accent strange, yet familiar. He couldn’t place it, but it sounded Italian, mixed with something else as if she was trying to hide it a little.
“I…I can try. Yes, ma’am. What are you looking for exactly?”
She removed her Jackie Onassis-inspired sunglasses, revealing even more of her flawless skin, looking him in the eyes. The already apprehensive
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