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indiv 2: I...
indiv 1: Now, right now, I want the exact coordinates of the hoard, and I want the Malleus Momias book.
indiv 2: The hoard? What hoard? And what the hell is Malleus Momias?
indiv 1: …if you insist on pretending you don’t understand, I will cut your fingers off. We’ll begin immediately. Please excuse me while I retrieve my clippers.
indiv 2: Wait…
indiv 2: Oh, God.
indiv 3: You know who I am?
indiv 2: You’re one of those gypsies who pushed me into the room with the dead man.
indiv 3: Am pleased you remember. You are man with few friends. I am friend. I am Radu.
indiv 2: Did you just kill the guard outside the door?
indiv 3: It is likely. You must come now.
indiv 2: How do I know I can trust you?
indiv 3: I am cutting restraints from your wrists. Look at card I have for you to look at.
indiv 2: There’s nothing written on that card. It’s just a green wagon wheel.
indiv 3: He is the only person who can keep you safe.
indiv 2: Wait, you mean Negromonte?
indiv 3: Negromonte, yes. Will you come now?
indiv 2: Yes. Let me grab my laptop.
June 18, 2011
Segovia, Peru
Cyrus Sanderson
Bruce, I want you to go to the Consulate. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t meet with anyone. I’m on my way. There’s more to this than meets the eye, so please be careful. I will explain when I see you.
June 18, 2011
Segovia, Peru
Michelle Cavalcante
Bruce, what the hell? How did this all spin out of control so fast? Please call me, please contact me any way you can. I’m terrified for you. Who are these people who kidnapped you? I can only hope you made it to safety, but I need to hear your voice.
I don’t know if that was the police or not in your last post, but they were right about one thing – you are a wanted man. Cyrus checked with the State Department and with the consulate in Seville, and guess what? The police are looking for you in connection with the murder of an Archive security guard.
I know you didn’t do it, Bruce. God, of course you didn’t do it, but you need to go to the consulate as soon as possible. They’ll turn you over to the Spanish police. There’s nothing we can do about that, but at least you’ll be safe. Cyrus left for Lima about an hour ago. He’s going to fly to Seville. Leon wants to go too, but we need him here for now.
And things aren’t going so well here either. The police came this morning - that guy from Chocope who sits outside the bank. Remember, with the mirrored sunglasses and the Game Boy? He came speeding up the driveway on his moped to investigate. He wanted to see the body, but guess what? The body is gone. Cyrus claims he left it behind the shed, but it’s not there anymore.
I don’t know what got into Kim either. I read the nonsense she wrote to you, but that wasn’t what happened. There’s a reason we lock the gate at night. This is Peru, where the average annual income is about $3, 000. We’re sitting on close to a hundred grand worth of equipment, and that attracts burglars. We’re going to have to be more careful.
And Bruce, what the hell is Mallus Momias ? Hammer of the Mummies -- is that what we’re dealing with here - a book about how to respond to mummy uprisings? Father Sebastiano’s journal is the definitive primer on how to protect yourself from the undead? Are you laughing, Bruce? Because I am.
There are no walking mummies. Period. I’m a scientist. I believe the science is our most reliable source of information about the world we live in. And science has no room for walking mummies.
We die one day, each one of us, and what transpires after that is not something that can be investigated via the scientific method. But it surely doesn’t involve yet more movement, yet more cognition, yet more conscious thought. That being said, the world is full of superstition, so if an old book of mummy superstition exists,
indiv 2: I...
indiv 1: Now, right now, I want the exact coordinates of the hoard, and I want the Malleus Momias book.
indiv 2: The hoard? What hoard? And what the hell is Malleus Momias?
indiv 1: …if you insist on pretending you don’t understand, I will cut your fingers off. We’ll begin immediately. Please excuse me while I retrieve my clippers.
indiv 2: Wait…
indiv 2: Oh, God.
indiv 3: You know who I am?
indiv 2: You’re one of those gypsies who pushed me into the room with the dead man.
indiv 3: Am pleased you remember. You are man with few friends. I am friend. I am Radu.
indiv 2: Did you just kill the guard outside the door?
indiv 3: It is likely. You must come now.
indiv 2: How do I know I can trust you?
indiv 3: I am cutting restraints from your wrists. Look at card I have for you to look at.
indiv 2: There’s nothing written on that card. It’s just a green wagon wheel.
indiv 3: He is the only person who can keep you safe.
indiv 2: Wait, you mean Negromonte?
indiv 3: Negromonte, yes. Will you come now?
indiv 2: Yes. Let me grab my laptop.
June 18, 2011
Segovia, Peru
Cyrus Sanderson
Bruce, I want you to go to the Consulate. Don’t talk to anyone, don’t meet with anyone. I’m on my way. There’s more to this than meets the eye, so please be careful. I will explain when I see you.
June 18, 2011
Segovia, Peru
Michelle Cavalcante
Bruce, what the hell? How did this all spin out of control so fast? Please call me, please contact me any way you can. I’m terrified for you. Who are these people who kidnapped you? I can only hope you made it to safety, but I need to hear your voice.
I don’t know if that was the police or not in your last post, but they were right about one thing – you are a wanted man. Cyrus checked with the State Department and with the consulate in Seville, and guess what? The police are looking for you in connection with the murder of an Archive security guard.
I know you didn’t do it, Bruce. God, of course you didn’t do it, but you need to go to the consulate as soon as possible. They’ll turn you over to the Spanish police. There’s nothing we can do about that, but at least you’ll be safe. Cyrus left for Lima about an hour ago. He’s going to fly to Seville. Leon wants to go too, but we need him here for now.
And things aren’t going so well here either. The police came this morning - that guy from Chocope who sits outside the bank. Remember, with the mirrored sunglasses and the Game Boy? He came speeding up the driveway on his moped to investigate. He wanted to see the body, but guess what? The body is gone. Cyrus claims he left it behind the shed, but it’s not there anymore.
I don’t know what got into Kim either. I read the nonsense she wrote to you, but that wasn’t what happened. There’s a reason we lock the gate at night. This is Peru, where the average annual income is about $3, 000. We’re sitting on close to a hundred grand worth of equipment, and that attracts burglars. We’re going to have to be more careful.
And Bruce, what the hell is Mallus Momias ? Hammer of the Mummies -- is that what we’re dealing with here - a book about how to respond to mummy uprisings? Father Sebastiano’s journal is the definitive primer on how to protect yourself from the undead? Are you laughing, Bruce? Because I am.
There are no walking mummies. Period. I’m a scientist. I believe the science is our most reliable source of information about the world we live in. And science has no room for walking mummies.
We die one day, each one of us, and what transpires after that is not something that can be investigated via the scientific method. But it surely doesn’t involve yet more movement, yet more cognition, yet more conscious thought. That being said, the world is full of superstition, so if an old book of mummy superstition exists,
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