Night Security

London, Baby!

"Yeah, I knew his parents are in London. I tried to have them sent over to expand our Egypt exhibit around the time we started those years ago, but I didn't have jurisdiction. I couldn't force their hands," I sigh.

"Do you think we can borrow your private jet?" Larry asks through the phone. I grin.

"Like old times? Hell yeah!" I laugh. Cam walks into the living room and see's me on the phone. She has her bookbag in hand.

"Do you think I can bring Nick along? I think it'll do him some good," Larry suggests. I get a sneaky smirk on my face.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm going to see if Cam wants to tag along," I stand up and my way to the door, stopping her.

"You're not going to meddle in their relationship again, are you?" he asks.

"Bye to you too Larry. See you at the museum in an hour. Byeeee," I hang up. "When you get home, pack a bag. We're going to London," I say, sliding my phone into my pocket.

"I don't want to go," she scoffs and tries to push past me. "I'm gonna be late for study group," she says, eyeing me through her sunglasses.

"Nuh uh. After the stunt you pulled last night, you don't get to tell me what you want. We're going to London. I'll call the school and explain your absence for tomorrow," I say. "If I come back and you're not packed, you'll be in for it," I warn.

"Fine, whatever," she scoffs and lightly nudges me out of the way.



"Our esteemed chairwoman asked for my resignation. She said, since the Night Program was my brainchild, that the buck starts and stops with me," McPhee says.

"We can fix it," Larry says.

"How?"

"I need you to let us take the tablet and Ahkmenrah to London," Larry says.

"Are you... Sorry. Just processing that..." he makes some weird noises. "Input data analysis. I've just told you I'm being fired, and the first thing you ask is if I'd allow you to take some priceless artifacts away with you on holiday," McPhee blows up.

"Yes," Larry and I say.

"No..."

"Please,"

"Way..."

"I just asking you to-"

"Jose,"

"Please go along with me on this. Please," Larry finishes.

"Nahhh. Can't do it, dude. Bye," Larry walks over to the door.

"Please, doctor to doctor, can we talk about this? I'm in charge on the Egypt exhibit anyways. I'll be with the artifacts at all hours of the day. They'll be flown on my private jet with increased security and stored in a secure location at the British Museum," I plead.

"I just can't allow it. I've been fired!" He throws his hands up.


"Look," Larry walks over.

"Are you going to mug me?" McPhee asks, holding his hands in a defensive position.

"What?"

"Well, I don't know."

"No."

"Just being prepared," I hold my head in my hand.

"I need you to listen to me. Okay? Okay. You wanna know the truth? Truth is, the Tablet... The Tablet is actually magic. Things really do come to life at night," Larry says.

"The special effects."

"It's not special effects."

"Course it's effects." I watch this interaction go on for some time. "Sure... Tablet starts to glow.." McPhee looks at me and I nod. "Now I know you're mental. Both of you," he turns from us. "I'd like to help you, but I don't even work here anymore," McPhee says.

I clear my throat and shoot Larry a look. "The British Museum doesn't know that," Larry relays my message.

"I'll go call my company," I smile, walking out.



I get home to pick up Cam. To my surprise, she's actually packed and ready to go. I bring her to the airport and we meet Larry and Nick there. "You did not say Nick was coming. I can't do this," Cam tries to leave, but I grab her arm.

"Of course you can. You just gotta push through," I whisper to her. "Look, shoulders back, chin up, bug smile. You've got this," I help her out. She follows my instructions and we get on the plane to London. In London, I let Nick and Larry go their own way while Cam and I scout the British Museum. After scouting, we meet back up with the pair at the Thames. I adjust the neck of my sweater.

"You didn't go to college and you turned out fine," Nick says.


"I turned out okay after about 20 years and a lot of dead ends. Kamilah went to college and now she's Dr. Tifft and runs a whole foundation by herself," Larry says.

"Dad, whatever, man," Nick shakes his head. "Don't worry about me. It's fine," He starts to walk towards us.

"Hey, I'm always going to worry about you. I'm you dad, all right?" Larry says.

"Thanks. The sun's going down. We should get going," Nick points out as we meet each other.

"All right," Larry puts his arm around his son. "How did recon go?"

"Light security, though we can't really say much. Egypt is quite a ways back, but his parents are still there," I explain.



I sit in the large truck with Larry, Cam and Nick. We pull up to the gate. We instruct the two to get down, out of sight. "Hello. Welcome to the British Museum," a blonde lady with a very thick accent says. "My name's Tilly," She points to herself.

"Hi. Thank you. Uh, I'm Larry Daley from the, uh, Natural History, New York," Larry says.

"Yeah, yeah. Who is she?" She points to me.

I put on my most fake smile. "I'm Dr. Kamilah Tifft. I am head of the Egyptology department and also security gaurd in New York," I explain.

"We get a delivery for your conservation department," Larry hands her the clipboard.

"All right! So they... They let you travel?"

"Well, this is kind of unusual-" Larry gets cut off.

"Yeah, well, they let me travel. You know where? Home... Here... Home... Back here... Off to the toot-toot, 5 minute maximum," Larry and I both dryly chuckle. "So, that must be like, well, wicked, being a security guard in America, with your gun, with the silencer, with your ninja swords," I watch her portrayal with an amused look, trying not to laugh.

"That's not even a little bit true," Larry says.

"You know, the only thing I got... Is this," she pulls out a hammer. "Hammer," she sings. "It's for, and I quote, 'minor repairs and beautifications to the shack'," She starts hammering the wall.

"You just hit things?" Larry asks. I look down at Nick and Cam, hiding my face from her as I snicker. They both shoot me a confused look. "Yeah, that's catchy," I take a deep breath and look back up.

"Basically worthless," Tilly says.

"I can't believe we're actually still talking," Larry rushes.

"It's great though, innit?" She smiles.

"It is," Larry lies.

"This is, like, the most conversation I've had in, like, the three years I've worked here," She smiles still.

"I feel a connection, too. Is it, uh, cool if I just, uh, make my drop and..."

"Oh, yeah!" She says.

"Wonderful," Larry says dryly.

"But I will have to confirm," She presses her lips together.

"Okay, actually, that's not nessicary, 'cause they've already confirmed it on the, uhm, on the slip I gave you," Larry attempts.

"Yeah, all right. Confirming," She walks over to the phone and dials a number. Thankfully, McPhee picks up. "Oh, yeah. It's the British Museum, sir. I'm just confirming a delivery to out conservation department," Tilly straightens.

"Yes. I signed the paperwork. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a museum to run. You, boy, get those grubby fingers off my Ming Vase. See? Bye," McPhee hangs up.

Tilly walks back over. "All right, you is legit," She says.

"We is legit. Wonderful."

"Confirm it," She does a weird move.

"Thank you," Larry says.

"All right. I'll open the gate," she presses a button and the gate opens. As they unload the crate, I pretend to be categorizing the crate number. "So my boyfriend doesn't like the way I do my hair. Says it looks like golden poo, like, sitting on my shoulder. But I really enjoy it," she says.

"You should find yourself a new boyfriend then. If you like your hair, keep it, not him. I think it looks lovely," I smile to her.

She steps up to me. "Must be easy for you to say. 'Find a new boyfriend'. A banger like yourself, must have lines of men waiting for you," She says.

"Well, thank you, but I don't really care about that stuff. I'm sure there are plenty of guys waiting for someone as amazing as you. You'll find the right one for you soon," I smile, not making eye contact as I sign the documents. I feel her staring at me. I look up to see her watching me with a grateful glance. "It is quite late though. Should we be off?" I turn to Larry. He nods, weirded out by the interaction between Tilly and myself.

Larry and I hide behind the corner as Nick and Cam drive the truck off. "Bye, Larry. Bye, Kamilah," Tilly calls out. We wait for Tilly to go to sleep before letting the two teens in the gate. I turn back to see the window glowing from the tablet.

Larry knocks on the door and Nick speaks up. "I'm not an expert or anything, but this is feeling just really against the law," he whispers.

"No, they have, like, a totally different legal system here," Larry lies. Ahk then opens the door. "How are we doing?" Larry asks him.

"All clear," Ahk says. He stops for a second to hug me and kiss my cheek.

"All right. Let's go," Larry takes off his jacket. I turn and stop Nick. I unzip his bag pull out my flats and change out of my heels.

"When did you..?" Larry asks as he watches me. I pull my hair back into a ponytail.

"Larry, the others felt perhaps we could use some help," Ahk says.

Larry turns to me and shrug. "The others?" Just then, Teddy pops out of the crate.

"Lawrence! I couldn't sit idly by. Our very survival is at stake," Teddy says.

"All right. Hey, Teddy, good. Good man to have in a crisis," Larry says. Attila pops up and spits foam peanuts out of his mouth. "Attila. Okay, a little muscle," Sacajawea then pops up.

"Hi, Larry," she smoothly says.

Larry scans the crate. "That is a deceptively large... box," He says.

"Obviously, we came along too," Octavius says from Attila's het.

"You know you'd be lost without us, Gigantor," Jed says.

Larry glances at Ahk. "Are you serious?" Just then, Dexter climbs up the side of the box and chitters. "And the monkey. All right. Basically everyone," He says. Laa then pops up and smirk.

"Dada," he excitedly says.

"Oh, no, no. But... No possible benefit whatsoever to..." Laa makes a weird noise.

"Really wanted to come," Ahkmenrah seems at a loss for words. Cam pats Larry shoulder.

"You're welcome for that, by the way," she laughs.

"You did this?" Nick asks her.

She shrugs. "It was McPhee's and Kamilah's idea. I just drew the sketch," She avoids looking at him, but he looks at her with an impressed look. He looks back to see Laa giving him odd looks.

"Yeah, this is my son, my actual son, Nicky. Nicky, this is Laa," Larry introduces.

"What's up?" Nick uncomfortably asks. Laa grunts. "He's just tracking me," Nick says, uneasy. Laa babbles in a mocking toen and blows a raspberry.

"Laa," Larry points his finger and warns.

"So, Lawrence, what's the plan of attack?" Teddy asks, climbing out of the box. Everyone follows.

"Uh, okay, we need to get to the Egyptian wing, find Ahk's father and, hopefully, get the tablet fixed," Larry explains. Laa eyes the foam peanuts and squeaks in a high tone. "All of us," Larry says as Laa falls face first into the foam. I sigh and press my fingers against my forehead with a grin.

"The apple doesn't fall from the tree, huh Larry?" Cam laughs. He shoots her a look and walks over to the crate. I keep the same amused look on my face as he tries to get Laa to stay. I actually let a chuckle slip. Ahk puts his hand on the small of my back.

"Okay, listen up, guys. This place is waking up for the first time, and we have no idea what's out there, so stay together, all right?" Larry instructs. We all begin to follow him. Ahk slides the tablet into Nick's bag.