This is an ongoing story about a lost world of hungry dinosaurs, sinister villains, and non-stop action. If you’re new to Hollow Earth Expedition, I suggest starting at the beginning.
The air was still roasting inside the gigantic skull-shaped monolith although only a slight red glow found its way in from the magma pool. Yet it was enough to see what Maia had come for: a life-sized, black skull artifact on a pedestal.
It was a woman’s skull, that much was evident from the graceful curve of the brow and the sleek line of the jaw. It might once have been a human skull because was detailed and organic in a way she had never seen replicated by an artisan. Or, it might also have been a very convincing sculpture, because it was black and shining, and looked like it had been formed from volcanic glass rather than living bone. Either way, Maia expected it would fetch a fortune on the open market. Museums would start bidding wars to get it. She flexed her fingers as if she were already polishing her treasure.
Begrudgingly, the Nazis entered the enclosure, their boots thumping irreverently on the floor. She gave them a quick glance, then stooped down to get a closer look at the skull. If the builders of this ancient tomb had gone to the trouble of creating traps in the hallway beyond and then coming up with some ingenious machine to pump molten rock through the room, they would surely have been counting on a rush of greed to ensnare future a tomb raiders. No need for haste, she thought. If she grabbed it now, she might set off a ceiling collapse or triggering a rolling bolder.
“Oh my beautiful and magnificent queen,” Maia said, flexing her fingers again. “You wouldn’t hurt me, would you? You and I have too much in common.” She knelt down before the pedestal, partially to show her respect for the god-queen, who seemed to be one of the few historical figures whom Maia could respect. More than that, though, she knelt down to get a look at the underside of the skull to inspect the pedestal for wires or pressure plates.
That was when she heard the click of a shotgun breach. She knew then that the lazy-eyed squad leader was aiming her own weapon at her back.
“You have found that which my commandant seeks,” said the squad leader. “To show my gratitude, I will allow you a moment to speak your final prayers.”
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