The air in the time-travel chamber hummed with a low, vibrating energy. Gabe, chin resting on his hand, watched the swirling blue vortex in its centre with the same detached curiosity he'd felt for the last five years. It was a sight that should have filled him with wonder, or at least a bit of awe, but Gabe was long past feeling anything other than mild annoyance.
"Time-travel," he muttered, "What a load of bull."
He wasn't talking about the concept itself. The fact that time-travel was real was the least of his concerns. It was the "load of bull" that was his job.
He was a Temporal Retrieval Specialist, a title that sounded impressive, but it meant Gabe was essentially a glorified time-traveling thief. His employer, the enigmatic Professor Alistair Finch, a man who wore the same dusty tweed suit every day and smelled faintly of old books and questionable cologne, was obsessed with amassing a collection of historical artifacts, many of which were considered irreplaceable by the world's museums.
"Why not just buy them?" Gabe had asked once, after watching Finch polish a suspiciously perfect Roman coin.
Finch had only given him a condescending smile and said, "They wouldn't sell them, Gabe. Not for any price. We need to be... resourceful."
Which meant Gabe spent his days pilfering ancient tombs, dodging security patrols in prehistoric jungles, and occasionally having to fight off a caveman or two. It was a gruelling job, and he earned less than a street urchin.
"You'll be rewarded handsomely, Gabe," Finch had promised when Gabe had first started, his eyes gleaming with an almost manic enthusiasm. "Just you wait and see."
The reward, so far, was the satisfaction of having a job where he could complain about being underpaid to a talking parrot that Finch kept in a cage labelled "The Oracle."
The portal shimmered, and Gabe pulled himself out of his reverie. He straightened his threadbare jacket, adjusted the anachronistic fedora he wore for the sake of blending in, and grabbed the battered leather satchel he used for his "work."
"The year 1524, B.C.E.," Finch's digitized voice boomed from a speaker in the corner. "You're after the Thutmose IV scarab. No need to explain the significance, you've got the file. Be back by 10pm sharp, the market opens at 11."
Gabe grimaced. His body, usually numb from the temporal distortions, felt a wave of nausea. Time travel was a bumpy ride, even with all the latest technology. It was a wonder his stomach wasn't a complete wreck.
"Ten pm sharp, Professor," he said, his voice flat.
The portal beckoned, a swirling blue vortex that promised the impossible. Gabe took a deep breath, his hand clutching the satchel, and stepped through.
The world shifted around him, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colours and textures. The air smelled of dust, and the ground vibrated with an age that was almost tangible. He was in the Valley of the Kings, a desert landscape bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun. The air was thick with heat and the scent of sage.
The tomb was easy to find. A massive sandstone structure, its entrance hidden behind a fallen pillar, the air around it is shimmering with an unearthly heat. It was the kind of tomb that whispered of forgotten empires, of secrets buried deep beneath the earth.
Gabe entered, the air growing cooler and damp, the silence heavy with a thousand years of history. He followed the narrow passage, the torch in his hand casting long, flickering shadows that danced on the ancient walls.
He found the scarab in a small, ornate chamber, nestled within a sarcophagus carved with hieroglyphs. It was a small, jade stone, carved into the shape of a beetle, its surface polished smooth by time. But it was more than just a stone. It was a symbol of power, of ancient magic, of a time long gone.
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