The Seven Seals of Egypt

CHAPTER THREE

“Hold on, hold on,” Dahl said. “I think this needs a little more explaining before we start purchasing plane tickets, don’t you?”

Crouch nodded quickly. “Apologies, I’m very conscious of the time constraints. Of course, we’re still learning about ancient Egypt, still discovering old scrolls and hieroglyphics and, in some cases, still trying to decipher an archaic language. Every day springs a new surprise. The amount of warnings, curses and caveats out there are enough to fill a library. We all know this supernatural stuff is pure bollocks.” He paused. “Except Alicia, naturally, but a curse can have dozens of connotations. It could be a warning intended to help explorers; it could be a mischievous riddle; it could be part of a map that helps locate something carefully hidden from grave robbers. It all falls under the general label of ‘curse.’”

Alicia put her feet up. “Can someone make the popcorn? I’m enjoying listening to Dad ramble on.”

Crouch ignored her. “Luckily, you all know my lifelong passion for investigating ancient relics. My job—” he glanced at Drake “—with the SAS and other regiments got in the way for thirty years, but since I left the Army I have been thrown headlong into quite a few adventures.”

“Yeah,” Alicia said wistfully. “And most of them were cool.”

Drake knew she was thinking about her last op as part of the Gold Team, where Zack Healey had been killed. The young man’s death haunted her daily and, though she bore no guilt, a part of her had died that day too. Drake saw the same look in Michael Crouch’s eyes. He cleared his throat gently. “Understood mate, we know you’re one of the best in the world at this kind of stuff.”

“Well, thanks. I try to keep abreast of everything that is happening in the relic hunter world.” He shrugged. “What else do I have to do? Leads spring up weekly, but most of them pan out to nothing. Less than nothing.” He gave another shrug. “They’re a waste of time. But the curse associated with the Tomb of Amenhotep has existed for centuries along with uncountable others, not particularly famous but prominent enough to make certain people in certain circles take notice. Now, when the tomb was found and the unveiling announced I naturally sat forward and took notes.”

“What makes you believe it’s real?” Hayden asked, still unconvinced.

“It may not be,” Crouch said. “But if this is the first seal and, inside, there’s something that points toward a second — are you willing to take that chance?”

“I dunno,” Kenzie said. “What is this curse?”

Crouch spoke from memory. “Translated into modern English it reads: Find the seven seals for seven tombs and settle the fate of men. Follow the lost symbol that entombs the Ancient Doomsday Machine. Break the seven seals of Egypt and start the End of Times.”

“Crap,” Drake said, shaking his head. “Even cast out as we are we still end up in the middle of it.”

“I wouldn’t have sought you out now, traveled all this way, if it weren’t vital.”

“I know that,” Drake said. “But you’re still playing a hunch.”

“There’s no gray area here,” Crouch insisted. “The texts clearly state that the Tomb of Amenhotep guards the first seal. Nobody knew of this tomb until quite recently. The fact that we now know it exists gives credibility to the text and the seven seals curse.”

“But an ancient doomsday machine?” Dahl said. “Come on, man.”

Crouch shrugged. “I’ve seen less believable theories proved true. And so have you. I’m convinced we have to be there at the unveiling and get a look at this tomb before anyone else. We don’t know what we’re looking for, we don’t know what we’ll find there, but it’s the ‘better safe than sorry’ principle I’m convinced we should follow.”

“It may not even exist,” Kenzie protested softly. “And you want all of us to walk right in there?”

“I don’t know you,” Crouch studied the Israeli. “But I assume since you’re here, you’re good. I believe we—”

“Sorry,” Alicia suddenly interrupted. “We forgot to introduce you. Kenzie, this is Michael Crouch, ex-SAS and Ninth Division commander. Michael, this is Bridget McKenzie, Dahl’s new whore.”

The Swede closed his eyes in resignation. Kenzie watched his reaction and then added no more. Crouch shook his head at Alicia.

“Still good at making friends, I see. As I was saying, I believe we need the whole team in place, ready, in case the so-called curse proves to be true. You can be assured there will be others present and prepared to hunt for this doomsday machine. You can be assured there will be corrupt organizations represented, with similar orders. Our enemies will be crawling all over this, folks. I think we need to look sharp about it too.”

“You don’t want to chance it that someone ancient planted a series of clues that leads to a terrible, hidden power,” Hayden said. “I get that, and understand. But still… it’s a risk. Even government-sanctioned SPEAR might not have been sent to this party.”

“It’s true,” Mai said as Yorgi nodded. “Sometimes, we do find it hard to play well with others.”

“Yeah, but that’s because the others are assholes,” Smyth growled. “All of ’em.”

Mai nodded her agreement. “I do have a question for you, Michael. You say when the seal is broken we will find a clue to the second seal. How do we find the first seal?”

“It’s part of the curse. ‘Follow the lost symbol that entombs the Ancient Doomsday Machine.’ It’s saying the seals are the way to the machine, they entomb it. You have to break them all to find it.”

“And the lost symbol?” Kinimaka asked.

“The most famous lost symbol of all time. Of all Egypt and quite possibly of the whole world. That is my guess.”

Alicia grumbled. “Okay, just imagine for one second that I’m dumb. True, it’s a tough job, but I’m sitting here trying to think of the most famous lost symbol of all time—” she shrugged “—and I’m coming up with a blank.”

Surprisingly, nobody agreed with her. Drake saw even Kenzie was stumped. “Come on, Michael. What’s the most famous lost symbol of Egypt?”

His ex-boss smiled. “Oh, if we weren’t in such a hurry,” he said. “I could have so much fun with this. Of course, it is the golden capstone that should top the Pyramid of Giza, which in itself is one of the most important and famous symbols in the world.”

“Last surviving wonder of the world,” Kenzie said.

Alicia tapped the arm of the sofa. “Until recently. I heard on the news they found another.”

“None of that really matters,” Crouch broke through. “The Pyramid of Giza is one of the most geometrically flawless structures ever built. Countless men and women have devoted their entire careers to studying it. But to newcomers, or if you look at a photo, one thing is plainly obvious. It has no top.”

Drake sipped at a bottle of water and checked to make sure Kinimaka and Smyth were ready to check the perimeter. Hayden gave them a nod and they were out the door. No point playing the odds now.

Crouch continued. “It’s the most famous missing treasure of Planet Earth.”

Alicia coughed. “Now hold on a minute—”

“This month at least,” Crouch amended with a small smile. “But the Giza capstone was reputed to be made of solid gold. Of course, it may have been looted; it may never have existed; it may be lying in a rich man’s collection somewhere or even buried under tons of sand. In truth, the pyramid is a thirteen-acre, six-million-ton puzzle; larger than life and impossibly perfect.”

“Looted?” Kenzie asked. “How on earth would anyone ever accomplish that?”

Alicia stared. “You’re the expert. You tell us.”

“But of course she is right.” Crouch nodded. “The capstone would have weighed many tons, even if it was smaller than many think. You see, I believe not only capstone is missing but several more layers of stones. It would have stood six to nine meters high atop the Giza pyramid…” He let that sink in for a while.

“Isn’t the capstone one of the most important parts of a pyramid?” Dahl asked.

“Some would say the most important part,” Crouch said. “Which is why it has to be the lost symbol. To my mind, it is also the ancient doomsday weapon.”

Drake stared. “What? Why?”

“You said it yourself. It is the most important part of the pyramid. It has a power all its own. And it is the focal point of the curse. The lost symbol you must follow.” He shrugged.

“But how could a capstone be so powerful?” Dahl asked.

“Well, maybe it isn’t. I’m still looking into it. But all the clues point that way. And, Torsten, it was incredibly large.”

Drake didn’t want to commit before the team conferred, but knew time was short. “All we have to do is search this first tomb for a capstone symbol? And we’re hoping we find bugger all, right-?”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Crouch said.

“The heathen way,” Dahl groaned. “The moment I think I’ve managed to curb his ignorance we’re back to square bloody one.”

Drake gave him the finger.

“And we’re back to the multi-million-dollar question,” Mai said. “How can we all travel to Egypt and attend a star-studded gala whilst searching for a lost symbol?”

Drake frowned. “Yeah, it’s not exactly an everyday question.”

“So you’re coming?” Crouch whistled his relief. “Thank you. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“Coming?” Alicia said. “Sounds like the party of the year to me, Michael. Just imagine all the booze we can drink in the knowledge that we’re helping to keep the world safe.”

Kenzie sidled close to Crouch. “Do you have access to a sword?”