Taposiris Magna, Egypt
Day Four
Paolo closed down the phone in disgust. He was just starting to get the lay of the land here at the dig, and now he had to deal with this new command from home. Looking at the yellow ball of sun rising over the desert, he closed his eyes, unsure if he was able or willing to do as Antonio had instructed. When he’d expressed reservations about his preparedness, the boss’s son had just snapped, “Then improvise!” and hung up.
As Paolo headed over to his workstation from the day before, he spied a man and a woman walking through the front gate of the former temple complex. They clearly didn’t belong, as they wore colorful street clothes instead of the drab tan that he and his coworkers favored. It had to be the American operatives he’d just been warned about.
