If I Didn't Care (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

He stopped, head dropping as he sighed deeply. "Yeah. I'm the bad luck magnet. Sure." He replied.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Your dig site, our tomb..” she said, looking around. “No way out, no secret passages? They had to have some kind of way out..”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Yeah, I'm lookin." He said, walking with the torch to the other side of the room.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She sighed and stood up, trying to help him find a way out.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He groped along the walls, searching for something - anything - before his fingers found a slot. He passed her the torch and reached his hand in slowly, prodding for a button or switch.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She held her breath, hope flaring a bit. “Anything..?” She asked quietly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Almost..." He muttered before there was a loud click. He pulled his hand back and stepped away as the wall slid open, "This has got to lead out somewhere.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She sighed in relief, and moved to grab her bag. She quickly grabbed a few more items and stuffed them away before following him out.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He stopped and turned on her, pointing firmly, "Put. Them. Back."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She gasped. “What?” She tried to play it off before sighing and putting the most recently looted items back. “Fine..”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Thank you." He said firmly before walking ahead to make sure there weren't any more traps, "We should try and find that friend of yours, that scarab he took is pretty important."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Oh I have a score to settle with him anyways..” she said. “But how important is it?”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"It's a religious statue, if I remember right. Said to have been gifted by Isis herself. Powerful occult properties." He glanced back with a smirk, "Or so the stories go."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“I see..” she said. “Well, I suppose we’d better get that back for you..”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"We'd better. Last thing we need is a bunch of Communists with an ancient occult relic." He replied.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She nodded and moved towards the exit after him.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

They walked for what felt like miles before they saw a crack of sunlight.
"Oh, thank God..." He muttered and moved toward the light, dousing the torch and pressing his palms firmly against whatever latch or door was blocking their exit before pushing with all his strength. He gave a loud growl of effort before the hatch pushed open, letting in the beating heat and sunlight.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“I thought we were never going to find our way out..!” She laughed with a bit of relief. She shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun before trying to get a read on their surroundings.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

They looked like they were in the middle of nowhere, and Derek climbed out behind her to look around.
"If we head back that way, we should make it back to the dig site." He said, pointing behind them.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She nodded and dug around in her bag for a moment before pulling out a small hand gun. “For negotiations with my former client.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Just be careful with that, alright?" He said before heading off through the sand, wanting to have a word with Mister Volkov as well.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She followed, putting the pistol away for safe keeping.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

When they returned to the site, the workers were milling about waiting for Derek to come back. But there was no sign of Daniil.
"Great." Derek muttered.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She sighed. “He’s on his way back to Stalin but he can’t have gotten far yet. Do you want the beetle back or not?” She asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"There's no telling what they plan to do with an artifact like that." He mused, removing his hat to scratch his head thoughtfully. It wasn't kempt, at all, so his hair moved through his fingers perfectly, falling in his face for a moment before he brushed it back to replace his hat.