Taposiris Magna, Egypt
Day Four
Ten feet down the shaft, Stryker felt the hoist shift and the cage began to pick up speed. He made eye contact with Sam. “Trouble.” Into his molar mic, he said, “Mayday, mayday.”
He tried thrusting his arms out to slow their descent, but the cage was already moving too fast.
Standing just outside the walls of the temple compound, Rey heard the mayday call and sprang into action. He’d been watching the drone feed and thought he’d seen the short archeologist with the thinning hair move a lever on the hoist before high-tailing it a few feet back from the edge of the opening. It looked suspicious, and now Rey knew for certain. He scrambled up the wall and took aim at the archeologist.
Jane got the mayday signal and dropped the rock she’d been moving. Disgui
