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Part 1

It was around five o'clock in the afternoon at Hamunaptra. The French Legion troops were gathering at the small wall surrounding the city, all of their guns loaded and wits ready to fight. They were all dressed in white to keep from the majority of Egypt's burning sun off of them. The first in command sat atop a chestnut colored horse, his sword drawn waiting twenty feet behind the second in command, Rick O'Connell, and the two women dressed up as men. Only Rick and his Hungarian friend, Beni, knew they were women and they did their best to keep it a secret from the other men and the commander.

Kelly Braddock posed as a man better than Fallon Carnahan. It was probably because Kelly forced Fallon to cut Kelly's hair into a short, cropped wavy bob to her chin.

"I'll pull it off as a boy here and a flapper girl back home in the States," Kelly had told her.

Fallon on the other hand, who adored her hair the length it was, decided to put it in a low ponytail with a piece of string and pin it to her scalp so it wouldn't show through her cap. Kelly was from America like Rick, and they had been friends since they backed each other up at a local bar fight in Cairo. Rick started it, of course. They met Fallon who was just fresh out of Oxford University in England and not long after they had a mutual friendship. She was a young Egyptologist with an eye for keeping out of trouble. That changed several years later. Kelly had finished her degree in Ancient Warfare back home in the States and she returned to Cairo to find Rick and Fallon in the same place. That was when they decided to follow Rick into the French Legion, disguised as boys. Fallon was completely against it when Kelly brought it up, but she changed her mind when Rick told them where his men were considering going. They took on aliases similar to their own names; Kelly being Cal Bradley, and Fallon being Farren Callahan. They surprised Rick by revealing their identities to him. It only made him angry. But throughout the adventure together, he lightened up about it, since they were doing nothing that could take their lives.

"I don't know about this. Maybe we should take refuge inside. I really would rather be inside Hamunaptra than out here, please, please, please!" Fallon babbled on, her back slumping against the wall as she hugged her gun.

"Yeah, I think you guys should sit this battle out," Rick said, loading his belt with extra ammo.

"WHAT?! I don't think so! All of this training for nothing? No way! Come on, Fall-Farren, it's no big deal," Kelly said.

"I don't care any more," Rick cut in, pointing his finger at her, "If anything were to happen to you two, I would forever regret turning you two away when I found out you were here. Now go find a place to hide."

"Rick, I have all of the training done from college and here. I can take a battle," Kelly protested.

"I know that. But Farren can't. She still can't aim after these past two months," Rick said.

"Then let Farren go. Let me stay and fight," Kelly kept going.

"What if I just leave?" Beni said.

"No!" Rick and Kelly bellowed together. Kelly put her hands on Rick's shoulders.

"I can do this," she said. He searched her eyes and he pat her shoulder. She pat his and they took their positions, Fallon still crouching against the wall, hugging her gun.

"Fallon, just stay where you are, make sure you can't be seen by any of the soldiers coming at us, okay?" Rick said. She nodded, her face starting to twist into a face strewn with utter fear, as if she was going to cry. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, quickly. "We'll come find you when this is all over, okay?" Fallon nodded.

Kelly looked down at her sadly. "Fallon, I'm sorry I dragged you into this," Kelly apologized. She hugged Fallon. Fallon hugged back, almost immediately regretting her decision to do this. But Hamunaptra...she needed to be here, and if this was the only option she had to make her way here, then she was glad that she took it.

All of a sudden, the commander of their fleet took off on his horse into the city, abandoning them all. Beni turned to Rick.

"You just got promoted," he said.

"Prenez vos positions!" Rick shouted in French aiming his gun at the riding forces of enemy soldiers. Kelly took a deep breath. "Ready!" Then, Beni shook his head and dropped his gun, running into the city as well. "Steady!" Rick continued. Fallon covered her ears. "FIRE!"

Gun shots were released and reloading filled the air along with the screams of the shot and wounded. The enemy soldiers shot back, their horses jumping over the wall over Fallon. Kelly and Rick fought mightily. Fallon shut her eyes to escape the sight of death around her. The fellow men she had grown to know were dying at her feet. The noise of fighting and gun shots and horses were dying down as they moved more into the city. Fallon got up and started to look around, she could not hear any moans from the wounded. She only encountered several living horses.

Kelly and Rick had escaped into the city, the only fighting survivors. They dodged gunshots by hiding behind ancient obelisks and separating for short times in different directions only to meet back up with each other.

They saw Beni entering a tomb, trying to close the heavy stone door behind him. An escape! "Beni, get inside! Hide, Beni!" Rick shouted at him. Kelly and Rick ran as fast as they could towards the tomb where Beni was, only he started to close the door, each push blocking their form of sanctuary. "Hey! Don't you close that door! Don't you close that door!" It was fully closed by the time they got to it and the bullets were still flying at them, so they got out of the doorway and continued running.

They met a dead end when they came to the face of a cliff that bellowed high over them. They stopped in front of an old statue, slanted from age and time. They were surrounded by the enemies on their horses.

"Like good ol' times, right, Rick?" Kelly said.

"Yup," Rick said. They looked at each other nodded and closed their eyes tightly, waiting for them to shoot. But they didn't. Instead hollers of fear came from them and they fled from the city immediately.

Kelly and Rick opened their eyes confused. They heard faint whispering in what sounded like Ancient Egyptian coming from over them. They looked up only to see the statue they knew to be Anubis, glaring down at them. The city echoed with jackal cries and howls.

"Is the statue speaking?" Kelly gaped.

The sand around them began to throw itself at them in large bursts. Kelly and Rick screamed, waving their arms around to block the sand shooting at them. They got out of the way until the sand stopped spazzing. The sound opened up into what looked like a face.

"Run," Kelly said.

Fallon threw her gun to the ground, looking around her at the many bodies of soldiers she had grown to know well. Many of them had wives and children, and here they were, all dead, blood pooling around them from the deep sword wounds inflicted by the desert people they fought against. She saw no one breathing, no one alive. Her breathing became heavy and her eyesight became blurry. So much death...It was so much easier to handle the sight of death if the deceased had been an Egyptian Pharaoh that lived over 2000 years ago. But this... The echoes of gunshots rung from inside the city. The battle was still going on.

Kelly...and Rick! She searched the bodies but none of them looked anything like Kelly or Rick. Which meant they were probably still alive somewhere, probably still fighting within the city. If they were still alive then she would try to do what she could about getting out of the city.

Fallon saw three saddled horses without their riders. Approaching them slowly, she grabbed the three horses by the reigns. They whinnied as she grabbed the reigns and tried to keep them steady while talking to them with a reassuring voice.

"It's alright! It's okay," Fallon said to them, petting a white horse's neck. It wasn't working. She needed to find Rick and Kelly, if they were still alive, and she didn't want to waste time trying to calm the horses down. "Hetep-k na!"

She repeated the Ancient Egyptian phrase to the horses, each quieter than the last as the horses began to calm themselves. With the horses, Fallon lead them back towards Hamunaptra searching around frantically. She put on her guard when she saw enemy warriors riding out of the city, riding past her and shouting. They hardly noticed her, and as soon as they were riding out of sight she let her guard down, puzzled. They seemed scared, and their shouts did not sound victorious. There was still a chance that Kelly and Rick and maybe some others were probably still alive. She could hardly see ahead of her with her cap hung low in her face from trying to hide her identity. She stuffed her hat into her pocket and pulled all of the pins and the tie out of her hair, letting it loose down past her shoulders.

"Rick! Kelly!" She cried. What was she doing here? All in pursuit of the truth, and look what she got herself into. She had spent days searching the grounds in search for anything, anything at all. Just a clue. And nothing. She just didn't have enough time! She needed more! But right now that time needed to be spent looking for her only companions. Or she would suffer like her parents did.

At the sound of screams and shouts coming from within the city, Fallon saw Kelly and Rick sprinting out of the city towards Fallon. She let out a sigh of relief.

They caught up to her and she handed them each a horse. They gladly took it.

"Thank God, you two made it out alive," Fallon said, mounting her horse.

"Just barely," Kelly said.

"Let's get out of here," Rick said. Just before he mounted his horse he looked up. Perched upon the tall cliff behind him was a group of people aligned at the edge gazing down at them. They did nothing just stare at them.

"Hey, is something wrong? What're you looking at?" Kelly asked. She looked up and saw them. She didn't say anything, only motioned for Rick to come along. "Let's go." Kelly looked to Fallon to see if she had seen the row of black clad people staring down at them, but Fallon was too busy staring ahead into the open desert, a tired and distressed look on her face. Kelly didn't feel it was necessary to tell her to turn around, it was best she didn't know.

Rick mounted his horse and they rode swiftly through the desert, the sun setting next to them as they began to head northeast back to civilization.

The Medjai kept watch as the French Legion readied themselves for the battle. It would be like any other battle that was there. Even though they were rare. As long as they did not find anything or learn anything about Hamunaptra's secrets, Ardeth's people would not have to intervene. The battle began and raged. Many of the men died on both sides, and corpses were strewn about the grounds. Two men were hoarded further into the grounds, outnumbered. The leader kept an open ear to hear if they would escape or meet their end. Dressed in black, they were used to the burning and deadly heat. The leader, nearly reaching 26, could overcome anything.

Then he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his gaze back to the short wall where many men were killed. A survivor! He was probably hiding, afraid of dying, afraid of his fate, everything. He watched this soldier look around and drop the gun. He watched him find several horses that were alive as well. They resisted but the soldier approached them softly and spoke to them in Ancient Egyptian.

"Hetep-k na," the soldier said, the voice ringing off of the cliffs in the desert. The voice was sweet and soft and nurturing. Not like a man's at all.

The leader lifted an eyebrow at this. How did this soldier learn how to say 'Mayest thou be at peace with me' in Ancient Egyptian? The enemy soldiers to the French Legion started riding away, out of the city, scared out of their wits. They did not even notice the soldier. The soldier removed his hat. Thick brown hair could be seen by the Medjai leader. Then the soldier started taking things out of his hair and it fell down just past the shoulders. He leaned into his horse, not believing his eyes. He could have sworn he'd seen that hair before, but he was far away, his eyes could be wrong.

The soldier took the reigns of the three horses and ran back towards the city. Why three? The leader thought. More importantly, why was there a woman fighting? Or not fighting at all if she was even there? A mistake? Who would be so careless as to allow a woman into a regiment?

"Rick! Kelly!" This woman called. She was still very young. Maybe 20 years old. Another woman was part of this regiment? The two survivors ran out of the city toward her and started mounting their horses that the woman gave them. The man turned around and saw them and then the other woman saw them as well. Then they rode off.

"What shall we do about them?" One of his men asked.

"Nothing, they cannot survive without any supplies. The desert will take them," the leader said.