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The guide's face went white with fear at the sound.
"Oh no, not again." She started shouting for her group. "This way, please. Follow me."
There were procedures in place since the terrorist attacks in the 1990s, but Morgan thought this was something different. As the tourist group streamed back through the colonnade, she and Jake slipped out to stand behind the pillars, shadowed by the darkness within. They looked down onto the lower level of the temple. A group of armed men cleared the area, herding the tourists away while another man stalked up the ramp towards them.
Morgan could just make out the snake tattoo on his neck.
"Samael?" she whispered.
Jake nodded. "He must have had the same idea as us."
They slipped back into the temple, following the tourist group, hoping there re
