The Eye of Horus

The desert has gone cold for the night and moonlight reflects from the Nile to the research camp in the valley just below the pharaoh's pyramid. In the large central research tent Fathi paces back and forth, pulling on his impressive mustache. He keeps side-eyeing the innocent-looking angel sitting on a stool in the middle of the room just kicking his legs back and forth.

The crew has been unsuccessful in determining what kind of creature the angel really is. Something they did find out is that it is capable of flight which came apparent as when it was escorted outside. The first thing it did was fly up in the sky and do a couple barrel rolls and then landed back down, after which he was tied up and carried by ****. Now sitting tied up on the stool Baya the angel looks upset.

"Guys... not cool guys. Don't you get I'm not gonna hurt you...?" He mutters with his soft voice and the stern asian woman steps closer and pulls on the pendant on his chest. It comes off and she examines it closer as the boy whines and looks up at Connor with glossy eyes. The adventurer's friend nudges him and whispers: "Is it looking at you? I think it's looking at you, Connie... It... doesn't he look kinda sad?"

"Yup, sure does. Let me help the little guy." While Monica's back is turned he walks up to the small angel and pulls his knife out and cuts the ropes swiftly. "Ah!" The angel exclaims and jumps up and turns to Connor and wraps his thin arms around him.

"Holy shit!! Mr. Tusk! Have you gone insane?!"

Fathi screams and backs away as Monica catches on what's happening and marches to Connor and pulls the boy off him and holds him by his shoulders before her while eyeing the scruffy bearded man.

"Caution, Tusk. We have... no idea at all who this is... no, what this is. Do you understand? I need you to not act without communication, is that clear?" Her stern voice makes the boy uncomfortable and Connor crosses his arms and tips his hat: "Got it boss. But tell me that little thing needs those ropes. I reckon what you are doing right now is enough, dontcha think?"

Monica nods and holds the angel in place while examining the pendant of the Eye of Horus: "I believe this pendant holds magical power. It must be. I will demonstrate."

She puts it on and places the pendant on her chest and clears her voice and looks at the terrified Fathi and opens her mouth. What comes out is fluent Arabic which makes the mustache man shout again and sit down holding his head. "Fuuuuck! How can this be? P-please never do that again, lady Shun, please..."

Monica removes the pendant and chucks it to Connor who catches it and then tosses it to Nolan who gets a huge smile on his face as he gets it in his hands. "As you can see, it is a powerful magical artifact. My leading theory is that it reflects knowledge by perceiving it from its surroundings. See, knowledge is but the convenient order of separate instances we see as beneficial. With me merely observing mr. Fathi's person just now it was enough for this pendant to gather enough information to allow me the knowledge of native arabic language skill. I say native because..."

She continues speaking Arabic which makes poor Fathi groan and slam his fist on the desk and weep on his arm. Of course she knows Arabic, of course.

It's then the boy opens his mouth, speaking a weird tongue in a rather frustrated tone and then getting a pout on his face. He extends his arm towards Nolan who is just putting the pendant on. He nudges mr. Zou who is dozing off in a chair nearby – the man probably had more exercise today than he did the last 20 years of his life. Nolan shouts something at him in Chinese and he snaps awake and jumps up waving his arms around. Connor observes a disappointed look on Monica's face as she sighs and presses the palm of her hand on her forehead.

Zou frowns and looks up: "What did you say to me, little boy? Huh? You comment on my age, huh? Old sleepy man, huh? I will show you sleepy, blondie. I’ll knock the lights out of you!" He jumps up and Nolan suddenly looks quite submissive and tries to laugh it off but the Chinese man doesn't stop pushing his chest out at him. "Enough! Give the pendant to the angel. He wants to talk." Monica interrupts and Zou scuffs and sits back on the chair while Nolan hands the pendant back to the boy shyly.

"Can't understand him? I thought you were an egyptology genius. Doesn't he speak Egyptian or something?" Connor asks cheekily, raising his eyebrow at Monica who looks suddenly perplexed and she shakes her head and fixes her glasses: "I-... I am not familiar with the language, no. It must be a... forgotten one. I do know all the known ones! And seven others!" She suddenly seems almost insulted and Connor smirks at her. The angel puts on the pendant and tries his voice.

"One two... test test... ok. Seems to be working. Do you guys understand me? Is this the right one? I have no idea which one you speak. This one with the funny eyes speaks like 14 and I can't choose which you speak." He looks up at Monica who lets go of him and rolls her eyes: "English... just take whatever Tusk speaks. I doubt he knows anything else." Monica almost smirks at the man with the hat who looks back at her amused. It’s not entirely true, Connor knows the basics of Spanish from his high school years. Although geography and history were always his main interests.

"In that case, I'm happy. Because to be perfectly honest with you he’s the only one not being weird to me. You are my favorite mister. That squinty eyed one is mean to me, she should be enslaved and whipped. Just kidding." The fluffy haired boy smiles innocently and Monica's eyes go wide as Nolan holds in his laugh. "What? Is that not funny anymore? Back in the day everyone would've laughed at that... I thought I was the funny one. Huh, darn it." He pouts and the others look at each other with confusion.