Chapter Forty
Dawn, Amina and Pascale watched from behind the metal grate as Anlet-Un-Ri ripped the side panel from the mini-bus and discarded it over to one side. The huge chunk of metal rolled and scraped along the tarmac, before finally coming to rest, near to where Phil had been lying until moments earlier.
Apparently still unsatisfied, the mummy continued to go to work on the vehicle by grabbing the underside and lifting what was left of the shell off the ground on one side, then over completely.
The remaining glass in the widows shattered on impact with the ground.
It was only then that the mummy turned its attention back to the museum.
“What is that thing’s beef with the bus?” asked Dawn, turning towards Amina.
“I’m not sure,” the doctor admitted. “Unless she wants to make sur
