[DISCONTINUED UFN] BENEATH SANDS OF BLOOD ⟶ THE MUMMY 1999/2017

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢 ⟶ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬

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"And there was darkness
throughout the land of Egypt."

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FORT BRYDON, CAIRO
1926

║ AHMANET ║

AHMANET WAS BEGINNING TO LIKE BENI LESS AND LESS. He had proven himself mildly useful, but it was the way he rummaged through the office that annoyed her. Had he no self-control? He tore through the drawers of the Egyptologist's desk, whining to himself.

She looked up when the door slammed open.

Ah. There he was. Her Setepai.

"Well, well, well," Rick began, his tone rather peeved. "Let me guess. . . Spring cleaning?"

Beni practically whimpered, and made a dash for the window. A perfectly thrown chair stopped him, knocking him to the floor. Ahmanet didn't move from her spot in the corner, no sympathy present for the man serving her. She could always find new servants.

"Nice shot," Jonathon said in admiration. The queen's gaze barely flickered to him. He was of no consequence; only his companions mattered to her.

"Aww, did you fall down? Let me help you up here," Rick grunted, dragging Beni up off the floor and slamming him against a shelf. "You came back from the desert with a few new friends, didn't you?"

"No more than you went in with," he rasped back.

Rick's jaw clenched slightly.

Another slam, this time against a table. "What are you doing with those creeps, huh, Beni?" The soldier snapped, expression growing darker. "What's in it for you?"

"Immortality, perhaps. As pathetic as he is, he knows the winners of this war." Ahmanet stepped forward from the shadows, golden eyes glittering with something unreadable. "I can't say the same for you, however."

Rick looked up, his guns practically leaping into his hands.

"You," he hissed out.

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|| RICK ||

Seeing her in person made Rick O'Connell's blood run cold. She made no move against him, but he knew she easily could if she desired to. Very little could stop her, and he could easily assume she killed anyone in her way. Except. . . for him.

"My Setepai," she mused. "Come, I will not harm you."

"Yeah, well, forgive me if I don't trust that," he snapped out. "Beni here working for you?"

"If he is?"

"Then I may as well put him out of his misery." To his surprise, the Ancient Egyptian simply shrugged at him indifferently.

"Please do. You would rid me of an annoying pest."

"Your Majesty--" Beni cried out, but a sharp glare from Ahmanet effectively silenced him. He gulped, scrambling off the desk and backing up until he was close to the window.

"As I said," Ahmanet repeated, "he is a pest. Barely useful to me."

"What are you looking for?" Since she didn't seem to care for the wellbeing of Beni, he switched tactics now.

Ahmanet smiled, and it sent a chill through him. "I should think that obvious, my dear American. You have been chosen for a very special honor, and it is rude to refuse. Did your mother teach you no manners, Rick?"