Chapter 28 The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend.

It isn't always a perfect concept, and at the very least it is a great deal more complicated than it seems, most of the time.

If there was an obvious exception, it seemed to be when a rising horde of the undead was involved.

From behind the statue under what she had taken cover, the flying squirrel had a front

row seat. Bone-thin arms tightly wrapped in ancient linens, creaked as they fought their way out of the

golden sarcophagi that had been their prisons for thousands of years. They were relentless,

and the stones rang with a ringing of precious metal striking the floor as they were

cast aside, and short-bladed swords of bronze were raised. These were warriors, given a king's

burial in exchange for their eternal vigilance over the eye of Anubis. And if they served the pharaoh

who had entombed them, rather than the

god or the eye itself, their mission would be to destroy any who tried to return the eye of

Anubis to the surface world. Kit Baxter was brave by nature, and by training had developed these

instincts into something like fearlessness. But she was anything but

stupid, and when the first mommy to stand free of his golden casket looked directly at her and

emitted a sort of hissing groan, she broke cover and made tracks. No shots rang out as she sprinted

across the floor. The small assembly of well-dressed men and

fezzes who had been their chief enemies until moments ago were backing up the steps of the

dais, desperately scanning the walls for some break in the ranks, some means of escape,

and finding nothing. The Red Panda began running toward her, which she took to mean that there

was something immediately behind her which she could not handle her, which she took to mean that there was something

immediately behind her which she could not handle alone, and she dug a little deeper and

moved a little faster.

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