be buried at this site? I’m sure there are tomb robbers out there who would love to get their hands on it.”
Gannon didn’t say anything for a minute. He just looked around the site, adjusted his scarf.
“Gannon!” came a booming voice. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to stay away!”
Dr. Aziz jogged to my brother and gave him a hug.
“I’m here for good this time,” Gannon said. “That, I promise.”
“Very happy to hear it.”
“So put me to work. If memory serves, we’re searching for a Queen. Is that right?”
Dr. Aziz laughed and the two of them walked off toward the excavation site.
Sure, Gannon can drive me nuts sometimes, and I’m already anticipating more drama now that he’s rejoined the fellowship, but all that said, I couldn’t be happier to have my brother back. An adventure like this wouldn’t be the same without him.
Desert transportation
GANNON
LATE NIGHT
By way of train, foot, and camel, I arrived at the excavation site and found the place bustling with activity. From the hilltop it looked almost like a colony of ants, just with men instead of ants, all carrying shovels and pickaxes and carting away piles of rock and debris. I broke a sweat just watching them.
Well, with all this going on, Dr. Aziz wasted no time putting me to work. This afternoon I probably shoveled enough sand to build my own pyramid. My back aches. I can hardly lift my arms. My hand shakes as I write. But I’m not complaining. At least, not out loud. I’m here to redeem myself and will do whatever’s asked of me with a huge smile on my face!
WYATT
MARCH 1, 11:28 AM
TOMB COMPLEX
21° CELSIUS, 70° FAHRENHEIT
SKIES CLEAR, WIND 5-15 MPH
We’ve just made an amazing discovery! Three steps buried in the sand! And more below it, I’m sure. A workman on break found the steps when he tossed his shovel aside and heard it hit something hard. Now, that’s luck, pure and simple. But, hey, like I said, we’ll take it.
Right now the men are clearing away the rubble. The plan is simple. Follow the steps and see where they lead. Dr. Aziz has also ordered radar scans of the area to see if there might be a tunnel or chamber underground.
The military police have taken a serious interest in our work. Several of them are huddled around the steps, closely monitoring our progress. Earlier, Dr. Aziz had an argument with the police commander. I wasn’t sure what they were shouting about, since they were only speaking in Arabic, but it was pretty heated. When I asked Dr. Aziz if everything was all right, he acted as if there was nothing to worry about, but it’s obvious there’s some tension between them.
GANNON
MARCH 2
We reached the fifteenth step and have started to clear the area around the walls that run down either side of the staircase, which are carved up with all these cool hieroglyphics. At first Dr. Aziz got really excited about the carvings, thinking that maybe they’d tell us something about Cleopatra, so he went right to work copying down and translating everything. Of course, I convinced myself the hieroglyphics were some kind of curse, the kind that says, “A swift death will come to all who enter this tomb,” or some horrible thing like that.
Turns out it was a message to Osiris, the ruler of the afterlife. Dr. Aziz was a little upset it wasn’t something more specific. He’s anxious to find some kind of proof that this is really Cleopatra’s tomb.
Okay, that’s all for now. I need to grab a quick snack, chug some serious water, and get back to the dig.
Egyptian carvings
WYATT
MARCH 3, 7:57 PM
TOMB COMPLEX
32° CELSIUS, 90° FAHRENHEIT
WIND 70 MPH, GUSTS TO 90 MPH
This morning, the sky turned blood red on the horizon.
Dr. Aziz ran from his tent with Khalid and they climbed to the top of a dune to assess the approaching storm.
“I’m afraid this may be worse than the meteorologists predicted,” he said. Then he turned to the crew and shouted orders. “We must make sure the
Gannon didn’t say anything for a minute. He just looked around the site, adjusted his scarf.
“Gannon!” came a booming voice. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to stay away!”
Dr. Aziz jogged to my brother and gave him a hug.
“I’m here for good this time,” Gannon said. “That, I promise.”
“Very happy to hear it.”
“So put me to work. If memory serves, we’re searching for a Queen. Is that right?”
Dr. Aziz laughed and the two of them walked off toward the excavation site.
Sure, Gannon can drive me nuts sometimes, and I’m already anticipating more drama now that he’s rejoined the fellowship, but all that said, I couldn’t be happier to have my brother back. An adventure like this wouldn’t be the same without him.
Desert transportation
GANNON
LATE NIGHT
By way of train, foot, and camel, I arrived at the excavation site and found the place bustling with activity. From the hilltop it looked almost like a colony of ants, just with men instead of ants, all carrying shovels and pickaxes and carting away piles of rock and debris. I broke a sweat just watching them.
Well, with all this going on, Dr. Aziz wasted no time putting me to work. This afternoon I probably shoveled enough sand to build my own pyramid. My back aches. I can hardly lift my arms. My hand shakes as I write. But I’m not complaining. At least, not out loud. I’m here to redeem myself and will do whatever’s asked of me with a huge smile on my face!
WYATT
MARCH 1, 11:28 AM
TOMB COMPLEX
21° CELSIUS, 70° FAHRENHEIT
SKIES CLEAR, WIND 5-15 MPH
We’ve just made an amazing discovery! Three steps buried in the sand! And more below it, I’m sure. A workman on break found the steps when he tossed his shovel aside and heard it hit something hard. Now, that’s luck, pure and simple. But, hey, like I said, we’ll take it.
Right now the men are clearing away the rubble. The plan is simple. Follow the steps and see where they lead. Dr. Aziz has also ordered radar scans of the area to see if there might be a tunnel or chamber underground.
The military police have taken a serious interest in our work. Several of them are huddled around the steps, closely monitoring our progress. Earlier, Dr. Aziz had an argument with the police commander. I wasn’t sure what they were shouting about, since they were only speaking in Arabic, but it was pretty heated. When I asked Dr. Aziz if everything was all right, he acted as if there was nothing to worry about, but it’s obvious there’s some tension between them.
GANNON
MARCH 2
We reached the fifteenth step and have started to clear the area around the walls that run down either side of the staircase, which are carved up with all these cool hieroglyphics. At first Dr. Aziz got really excited about the carvings, thinking that maybe they’d tell us something about Cleopatra, so he went right to work copying down and translating everything. Of course, I convinced myself the hieroglyphics were some kind of curse, the kind that says, “A swift death will come to all who enter this tomb,” or some horrible thing like that.
Turns out it was a message to Osiris, the ruler of the afterlife. Dr. Aziz was a little upset it wasn’t something more specific. He’s anxious to find some kind of proof that this is really Cleopatra’s tomb.
Okay, that’s all for now. I need to grab a quick snack, chug some serious water, and get back to the dig.
Egyptian carvings
WYATT
MARCH 3, 7:57 PM
TOMB COMPLEX
32° CELSIUS, 90° FAHRENHEIT
WIND 70 MPH, GUSTS TO 90 MPH
This morning, the sky turned blood red on the horizon.
Dr. Aziz ran from his tent with Khalid and they climbed to the top of a dune to assess the approaching storm.
“I’m afraid this may be worse than the meteorologists predicted,” he said. Then he turned to the crew and shouted orders. “We must make sure the
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