2018, Sahara, Northeast Africa

High above the ground stood a girl. Not just any girl though, it was the girl.

Blonde hair, hourglas figure and a rack which made Jack gulp in hope to one day burry his face in it. "Why hope?", you may now ask. Well, as soft and yummi as the girl may look, Jack knew that she had one hell of a temper. To be honest though Jack didn't mind that. In fact it was the one thing which made him fall for her and chase her to the end of the world.

And now she stood there, grinning down at him and preparing to jump into the cool and refreshing embrace of the waterslide to deliver her right into his arms. 

He saw her jump and readied himself but you know what Murphys laws say: life is a bitch.

Baang!

"Arrgh!"

Jacks head smashed into something which contrary to his expectations was not the soft touch of Sarahs clevage but the kiss of a metal box on the back of their truck. "Bloody hell, what was-"

"Sorry boss, just wanted to test how good the new suspension was.", Chris the driver of their truck yelled through a window which was the only connection to the drivers cabine. Had there been more room and an entrance to the drivers cabine Jack would have gone over and knocked some sense into that little-old devil of a guy called Chris.

They already knew each other for almost 10 years now and Chris was one of the major reasons Jack seriously considered switching buisinesses due to the constant torment of Chrises pranks on him which he never seemed to grow tired of. Maybe it was partly his fault since he pretty much always lost his cool to his pranks and as a consequence beat up Chris which only seemed to make his pranking passion burn even brighter. 

"You son of a-" Jack growled, remembering the beautiful dream he had been imersed in, already starting to fade into oblivion. 

"Jajaja, stop nagging already. We've arrived in the valley of kings so it was time to wake you up sooner or later anyways." Chris said obviously quite happy of how he had managed to prank him once again.

As the truck rumbled over the rocky track, Jack checked his lips for traces of blood from his cool kiss with the box but found nothing. His lip felt a little swolen though. His swore to himself to give Chris a nice and long beating later the day but he knew that this had to wait some time till morning arrived in a few hours since his buddy Dorian needed the supplies they delivered for his research.

As the truck became slower Jack started to calculate a devilish counter plan on how he could beat Chris up in the most efficient way and couldn't help but let out a devious chuckle in anticipation for the fun that was soon to come.

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Chris had always had a fable for pranks. In his childhood he was the bane of the whole neighboorhood. One time he remembered there was a contest in order to find the biggest and best breading bull in his hometown near the ranch he and his family were living at.

So in order to cause the most chaos, he filled the balloons that were made to decorate the whole festival and hang over every person in the city with violet paint. Afterwards when all of the cows were standing in a row so the camera teams could take good photos of them Chris made the balloons detonate with his dads air rifle and all the violet paint painted the bulls in a very feminine way. He had to admit the photos made some good memories, always good for a laugh.

Of course the consequences were pretty dire for him as soon as his mom found out he was the cause for all of this turmoil and he had to peal potatoes for the rest of the year. But he thought that was worth it.

Now that Chris had been driving their truck for the whole freaking time he was bored on end. So he thought it was a nice idea to rile up his buddy a little who in Chris opinion needed to crack a laugh from time to time in order to relieve some pent up stress since he was always so hard on the chase of his bittersweet love Sarah whom Chris knew Jack would probably never get a shot on. 

As his thoughts drifted to a new joke he could play on one of his buddies, either Jack or Dorian he realised that they had arrived in the valley so he drove in the direction of their camp and as they reached it turned of the engine and jumped down the truck. As he landed and viewed his surroundings he discovered Jack onl to be meet by a devious grin which made Chris decide it would be for the best to check out the other direction first and strutted straight for the opposite direction Jack was standing at.

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With the noise of a truck rumbling over the track Dorian turned around, ripping himself away from his work and trying to shove his wildly agitated thoughts to the back of his mind even though he knew it was a hopeless endevour. He had been researching the sons of Horus, an order founded in the bronze age which possessed knowledge so massive that it should not have been possible for humans in that day and age to posess. With that knowledge in tow the founded the egypt dynasty for purposes unknown to anything humanity could possibly have imagined when everything they speak about in their writings on the walls of the temples situated in the valley of kings should come to be true. 

Dorian had researched those texts for the past 15 years and was only recently able to deciffer a portion of those texts written in a code noone was able to deciffer until now and what he read there left him utterly dumbfounded.

According to those texts the Spinx was not build by humans but a different race. That race came to earth more then one time and every time they left some knowledge for humanity to help them grow faster. Why? Nobody knew but could only speculate. Those beings not only used metallic objects to do things humans thought to be impossible but could perform actions with the strength of their thoughts alone. Over the years the humans began to praise them as their gods and worshipped them performing whatever they asked them to do. 

On their gods demands the epyptians digged up the Spinx covered by sand so that only the head poked out of it and restored it under the lead of their gods. Soon it found back to its former glory. 

But that was not the end of it. The people started building pyramids, three in particular. The three pyramids of Gizeh. While both of the outer pyramids were prepared as graves for their leaders the middle one was designed for a different purpose. It does have sarcophargi inside of it but it was originally designed to train and cultivate the elite of the egypt empire. Purpose? Only known to the chosen few of the elite.

Even the position of the pyramids had a purpose but as Dorian reviewed his memories of the texts he groaned as he couldn't satisfy his curiousity. Sadly the rest of the texts was written in a different code and it could take another 15 years for Dorian to unravel all of its mysteries. He already saw a headache coming, a big one at that as he grabed his bottle of beer and went outside the tent to meet up with his two buddies. Brushing over his shortly kept hair he felt the sand of the desert fall down his head. Just as he started to wonder why there was so much sand on his head he felt his anticipated headache coming and rushed out to distract himself from the pain even though he couldn't shrug off the feeling that it felt different than normally but didn't spare it another thought since it was a pain in the ass one way or the other.

"Come back here you abomination of a horror clown so I can show you-"

"Oh, how sweet of you Jack to complement me on my good traits. Thank you hun'."

"I didn't-"

"Jajaja, spare me your sweet talking and help me carry those damn boxes already." Jack only growled towards Chris as an answer trying to hold himself back as it seemed to Dorian, who could read his old friend like a book.

"You two are bickering like an old married couple but that really isn't knew to me. Unfortunately I have to admit that i kind of missed you bitching the last two weeks." Dorian couldn't help but to grin at his two friends. Chris laughed a little at his remark but Jack couldn't help but switch his indicative growling from Chris to Dorian which made Dorian grin even more.

"Alright, lets get done with it and then proceed to tip a couple bottles. I took the opportunity to start without you two in the meantime." Dorian raised his hand with the bottle in it as if to salute them which in term earned him a growl not only from Jack but Chris as well for once.

Dorian smiled sweetly and then walked over to the truck starting to unload the boxes with their provisions so they would hopefully be done with it soon he hoped.