Amen is carried and moved.

  By horses and foot.

  Brutally but not lethally.

  Definitely not trying to kill. But definitely want me to know.

  After what seems no time at all, Amen is placed on his knees.

  His sack is removed from his head.

  Amen knows where he is.

  He slowly looks up.

  The luxury.

  The guards.

  The pillars.

  The servants.

  The throne.

  Amen stands and observes Egypt's living god, according to the leaders, sitting before him. Amen walks forward, still armed.

  The Pharaoh sits before him. His magicians and counselors behind him and on the sides.

  His personal guards seemed to encircle him, but there is plenty of room between him and Amen.

  Amen stops, respectfully. He's done this before.

  Pharaoh stares and moves his fingers, beckoning him.

  Amen, once he gets close enough, honors the Pharaoh with the traditional bow and greeting.

  Pharaoh motions for him to stand.

  Amen does, in a very non impressed manner.

  The Pharaoh chuckles.

  Amen's display is working, but it is shaking.

  It is online, but nothing works in this throne room.

  It looks as if it is on the verge of exploding with information, or overheating and exploding in his eyes from pressure and royalty and power.

  "Were you trying to run, Amen?" The Pharaoh's voice is strong yet mild. Sinister yet gentle. Authoritative but somewhat relatable.

  "Yes, Great Pharaoh."

  "That was not in our agreement."

  "A lot of what just happened wasn't, oh Wise One."

  Sarcastic.

  "Tell me why I should not execute your cousin and the woman."

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  Amen does not respond.

  "That's what I thought," Pharaoh says, nodding in approval.

  "You are wise and just, Great Pharaoh."

  "How hard was it for you to say that?"

  "Extremely."

  One of the Pharaoh's senior counselors has had enough. They slip out from their hiding spot.

  "Great one, rid this rat of your holy presence. How dare he speak of - "

  "Guards. Take him and behead him, immediately," Pharaoh's voice rises.

  The Counselor nods, happy the leader of Egypt is listening to him. He soon becomes horrified as the guards grab him though.

  The senior counselor screams as he drags his feet on the ground, fighting with all of his might.

  All of the counsel and magi behind the throne slowly step back, horrified.

  The screams are cut off violently with a slice through the air.

  Pharaoh thinks it funny. "Thief, I want you to know that I liked him too. I don't like you."

  "I don't like you either, Pharaoh," Amen casually responds.

  The counsel are horrified.

  Pharaoh loves it and stands.

  "That makes us friends then," he says as he walks towards Amen.

  Amen's display starts to crack.

  Pharaoh puts his arm around Amen and they start to walk.

  "Come friend. Walk with me and we'll talk."

  "I did what you requested, Pharaoh. The Madjay have been weeded out. Bomani and his cult of thieves are no more," Amen states.

  "True. It took longer than expected. And you did not follow the original plan at all. Too many twists and turns. Involving your cousin and the woman. A lot of coincidences, thief."

  "Or I'm just lucky."

  "True. But nevertheless.You did what I requested. You have accomplished your mission."

  Amen's display exploded in information.

  So much information that Amen nearly fell over at the lights and sounds in his head and eyes.

  XP MAXED OUT.

  ALL EXPERIENCE MAXED OUT.

  ALL KNOWLEDGE, STAMINA, WEALTH.

  The lists kept populating.

  The window in the corner of his eyes shows him in his maxed out version again, with his glowing blue eyes.

  The room becomes a sensory overload of radar and lines and information and escape routes and ways to kill the Pharaoh and get away with it.

  "Thank you, Great Pharaoh. I did it my way. You can never trust a thief."

  Pharaoh stops and nods, but his eyes turn darker and narrow.

  "Omari trained you well. As did your father," Pharaoh says their names with familiarity that he knows them.

  Amen wisely does not respond and walks a moment longer.

  "May I leave now, O Great One?"

  "No."

  Amen's face turns.

  His heart rate accelerates.

  "We had an agreement."

  "Never trust a thief. Never trust a king. Never trust a god."

  "You are not god." Amen dares in anger.

  "To them I am. To Egypt I am. I know you know different. You see the tombs. You see death."

  Amen stops and faces the Pharaoh angrily.

  "What do you want?" His voice rises.

  Pharaoh smiles, enjoying it.

  "You have been in the hidden chamber of the Great Pyramid. I want to know what it is in there."

  "I can tell you again. I have told you many times."

  "Yes, you have told. You are going to show me."