Thursday, November 18, 2004

I had never felt colder...cont.

(note: read previous blog first)
I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breathe till I walked through the door into the following room. Other than the gallery now below us, i had never seen so many paintings. And unlike the gallery, these lay strewn on the floor, carelessly lying around and covered in dust.
"yes, these are worth billions of dollars. That why you've been specially chosen for this job. SOMEONE obviously thought you up the the challenge."
He eyed me skeptically.
"Well, you might as well know how we came upon this fortune, since you already signed the silence release."
He must have resigned himself to the fact that I must be capable as well as responsible, and so with a sigh placed his hand behind his back in a clasped position, began walking around the dimmly lighted room, and started off on the long venture of the paintings' history.
"These were found not far from Cairo. A private undisclosed team of archeologists, ran ACCIDENTALLY upon a pyramid, never seen before. Aparently, Cairo was built on top of an Ancient Egyptian city. Walls, oblisks, roads are being uncovered and not a month ago we were informed of this pyramid. Aparently a great sand storm (as recorded in the heiroglyphics) came about the time that the pyramid is dated and bured it completely. Curiously enough there was no mummy in the pyramid, just simply all these paintings. But they seemed well gaurded. The first 5 archeologist to enter the small pyramid died mysteriously and these paintings were not recovered until the pyramid was taken apart piece by piece. In order to study these painting privately the archeologists knew that they had to remove them from their original location, and unwilling to inform the public of them, they were moved here exactly a week ago. They will come in a few days, as soon as they can get away, and study their discovery. Until then, it is your responsibility to make them look neat and clean."
By this time we had made the rounds of the entire room multiple times and he turned to face me.
"is that clear?"
I nodded, unsure what to do next.
"I am needed downstairs. Although some trust you, i will just tell you, if you so much as take one step out of this room with one of these paintings..." he cleared his throat "life won't be pretty." With that he turned toward the door. "To assure myself, I am setting the alarm on the door." he shut the door behind him and I breathed.

1 Comments:

At 4:40 PM, Blogger Rebecca said...

Oooooh--You wrote this after reading "Halos," didn't you? It's in the same awesome writing style...
Finish it!! (Please--you have peaked my interest!) It sounds really cool! (although some of your speling -ha ha- is "interesting"! lol) Love you--write more!

 

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