A mixture of an Egyptian eye with a circle and gate around it.

  Is that it? Close? No. Look. It is right in front of you. No. That is not it. That is close.

  Amen, Aziza and Ziyad walk around the broken part of an ancient wall, outside the city.

  They are farther out, in the desert, though the city is still close enough to escape to.

  The Great Pyramids taunt them in the sunset.

  Amen walks along the wall, touching it, while looking at the map.

  Lines of information and graphs float around his display. He sees footprints and images of old battles, though they are not clear, and he flicks them away.

  His information and knowledge experience levels analyze other symbols, calculating how close they are to what he is looking for.

  Barely half.

  Aziza and Ziyad cannot see this. They just see Amen walking aimlessly, following half buried walls in the sand.

  Boulders and crumbled walls and the occasional collapsed tower are passed by.

  Why don't you just lead me there?

  Amen's health is maxed out, but his honor and mood keep dropping drastically.

  Aziza is done. "We'll come back in the morning."

  "It will be an entrance. In the wall. This symbol." Amen speaks in brief sharp words, not sentences.

  Ziyad is exhausted. "Cousin. This is ridiculous."

  Amen does not respond, so Ziyad keeps going.

  "Are you going to walk along this entire wall for all of eternity? We’ve been doing this for hours. We probably passed it. That old fool knew nothing."

  "Look for this!" Amen says, flashing the symbol on the scroll to them.

  As he raises it, in his eyes, it flashes and shines a beam of light into the sky and everywhere else.

  Aziza and Ziyad just see a scroll being tossed in the wind.

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  "Amen," Aziza pleads, "what else did the old sage say?"

  "Something about an old temple. A dungeon. Screams. A lost place. I don't know."

  Amen waves the glowing scroll along the wall, like a torch.

  Suddenly, the symbol tries matching itself with other symbols and drawings in the half buried walls.

  They click through.

  NEGATIVE.

  NEGATIVE.

  CLOSE.

  WRONG DYNASTY.

  Amen's frustration levels rise. His heart beat races.

  Suddenly, the scroll glows hotter in his hands.

  It connects with a half buried similar symbol near the desert floor.

  ANALYZING....

  Amen smiles

  The similar jingle goes off in his head.

  MATCH.

  Lines and arrows point to the next part of the mission.

  Amen turns to his fellows and smiles and points.

  They smile and cheer, then frown.

  There is a large crack in the wall, going down into the desert floor.

  Fit for cats and children and snakes. A grown human could BARELY fit.

  "You have to be kidding," Ziyad says.

  "Forget the old tricks? Just roll," Aziza says.

  "We don't know where we are rolling! I liked the stealing and killing and running. Not this."

  Amen kneels.

  He pulls his pouch full of thieving tools and excavating instruments.

  He brushes some of the sand away, then takes a hammer and starts to beat at the crack a little bit more.

  It widens, but the desert floor is still there.

  "Better?" Aziza jokes.

  "No!" Ziyad yells.

  "Look at all of that space," Amen laughs.

  Amen then pulls a torch, lights it, and tosses it into the crack as he lays flat, then rolls into the opening. He disappears.

  Aziza smiles and follows suit and disappears.

  Ziyad complains as he lays on the ground.

  "I am big boned. I am as strong as an ox. You have to feed the strength! I shouldn’t be laying in the dirt, trying to roll to my death."

  He slams his body into the crack.

  He won’t fit.

  He tries going feet first.

  He’s stuck.

  "So this is how I die."

  Suddenly, Amen pulls his feet.

  Ziyad yells as he disappears into the crack.