Bandits, or in this case, Bandit.

Dr. Anderson peered around a pile of rubble. Dr. McGinn was in emphatic argument with an unknown persian man, who was holding a very real gun. However, Kevin was calm. Bandits were standard fare in these parts, they were usually easy enough to deal with. A small bribe and a smile sent them on their way. They did not have the resources to put up a larger fight. It was entirely possible the man's rifle wasn't even loaded.

For some reason though, Kevin was not able to talk the man down. If Jessica was to speculate, she would guess that this particular bandit was brighter than the rest, had recognized the archeological dig, and was hoping for more than a few American dollars. Unfortunately, the only artifact they had found was currently locked on her neck.

Her thought process was interrupted as the bandit became quite agitated. Something Kevin had said had pissed him off. He slammed the butt of his rifle against the bridge of Kevin's nose, knocking him to the ground. A second shot knocked him ****. Jessica let out an involuntary yelp. The bandit's head turned.

He had heard her, and he was coming this way. He would see the collar, he would want the collar, and its not likely her explanation of visions and it being fused to her neck would be convincing.

She was running out of time. She had to do something.