Allegiance To Ammit (Sequel to 'The Scales Don't Lie') //Arthur Harrow//

Ch 4: There's Chaos In You

You groaned, placing your hand over your eyes in an attempt to block the sunlight streaming in from the bedroom window. You rolled to your side, reaching out your arm for Harrow. To your dismay, the only thing your hand touched was air and rustled bedsheets.

As if he had read your mind, Harrow materialized next to you. He stood on your right, gently beginning to shake your to full consciousness.

"Wake up, darling. We have to get going." He whispered, a small smile on his face.

"Why?" You mumbled, not wanting to get up just yet.

Harrow's smile turned into a mixed look of both steely resolve and wild excitement.

"Because, my dearest, Steven Grant begins his shift at The London Museum in 45 minutes, and we must get there before him."

That's right! The museum! You had completely forgotten!

You sprung up out of bed, straight into Harrow's arms.

"Of course." You said, a tinge of excitement in your voice. "Let's go get that damn scarab."

Harrow smirked, placing a passionate kiss on your lips.

"And once we do..." He whispered seductively, letting his hand trail down to your ass, and giving it a light squeeze.

You gasped slightly, but he quickly slipped out the door, a mischievous smirk on his face.

'Oh, that man. He's going to be the death of me one day.' You thought, chuckling to yourself, and following after him.

· * *

You admired your surroundings as you and Harrow approached the museum. You had

never been to London, but it was even more beautiful than you had imagined. The early morning mist covered the streets. The entire sky was covered by clouds, the sun trying desperately to poke through the impenetrable grey wall.

"Welcome to London." Harrow said, watching you take in all the beauty around you.

"Yeah." You mumbled, captivated by the dark illumination of the city.

"We can explore later, but right now, we need to focus on the mission." Harrow stated, pulling you back to reality.

"Right." You responded, pulling yourself back to the task at hand.

"You remember the plan?" He asked.

"Yes. We draw Grant to the back of the Egyptian artifact section, then confront him, demand the scarab from him, and judge him." You responded, assuring Harrow of your readiness.

"Good. Let's go." He said, checking the time. "He should be here any minute."

· * *

You were now inside the museum. You were in your position, waiting for Steven to walk

into the trap zone.

Soon enough, you saw Steven. He was creeping slowly towards the trap zone, clearly nervous and suspicious that something was going on.

'Good, the others did their job.' You thought, anticipation growing within you.