The hall is long and very ancient. It hadn't been explored in a long time probably left behind long when I was a child on Asgard.The dust on the floor looks recent; a hundred years recent. The tracks mostly had the shape of boots going in the same way that I am leading a foolish group of mortals. Why had the man,the man who has a name similiar to Wilson, left and didn't bother to return?

I did not see this Willis person in the hall.

In fact no one saw him.

"I still cannot believe we're in an pryamid worshiping The Predator!" Wilson said, excitedly.

"For the hundreth time; stop fangirling about it!" Miss Knowy snaps back.

"Fangirling," I said. "Such an unusual word."

"It's the popular word of the year," Wilson said. "So is swag and bae."

"How is poop a popular word?" I ask.

There is a great silence behind me so I had to look over my shoulder just to see if the mortals were still there. They had the most puzzled looks on their faces all in different expressions that are not all the same. I feel a great delight to leave them in a flabbergasted reaction. I turn my head away.

In a few minutes we came to a room.

A room with a locked sarcophagus; it's not designed in the normal kind. It is far different from Egyptian,Mayan, and the Aztecs. I might have missed a few but those are the notable ones I am aware of. The symbols are different, it seemed more of a warrior themed conceal contraption, the dust seems a hundred years new, and a hat on the top.

Wilson puts the hat on his head.

"Hey," Wilson said. "How do I look?"

"That hat looks awful on you," I said.

"It goes awful with your coat," Blaine agrees. "The yellow doesn't go well."

Miss Knowy came over with Wilson to the sarcophagus. Wilson frowns at our replys tipping down the hat a little more further over his face.If Wilson wanted to hide himself he should have brought a cloak capable of camoflaging. Sadly Mortals are not equipped with such devices that are available on Asgard.

"What does it say?" Miss Knowy asks, standing by the left hand corner of the sarcophagus.

Wilson turns away from Blaine and I right towards those symbols.

All Wilson needed to see was a glimpse of those symbols because he had a instant response.

"December 4th, 1903." Wilson said. "These....these symbols." He points at one shape on the sarcophagus. "It's similar to the one on the necklaces on those skeletons."

The dust, the date, and the whaling station are puzzle pieces slowly coming together.

"It was...last opened a hundred years ago?" I said, coming to the two.

The symbol of a femiliar weapon, one I had seen long ago, stuck out.

"Must be," Wilson said. "This might explain why the whaling station's workers gone missing."

"Because they dug their way in?" Miss Knowy asks.

"No," Wilson said. "Those Predators have made a tunnel before."

I look towards Wilson.

"The year is 2013," I said. "July 16th."

"Yeah," Wilson said.

"How about you open it?" I offer. "Someone took something out and something else was put in."

Wilson's eyes brighten.

"Woah!" Wilson said. "This means..."

"It's a planned recurrence." I said

"No," Wilson said, shaking his hand. "It might be something different."

Wilson rearranges all three rounded holes.Then smoke drew out of the lid that slowly opened. Most of the group back up from the opening sarcophagus aiming their flashlights at it except for me. I stood by at the left watching the lid open up.

The smoke clears away to reveal a set of weapons.

I recognized one of these devices.

At one point in my life I came across a Predator going on a hunt for mortals.None of my business of course but I wanted to have some fun before he went out hunting down like rats; they also had something I wanted, very dear to me. My brother had dropped off my favorite magic book in what mortals call a 'helicopter'.

"What is that?" Miss Knowy said.

"A shoulder blaster," I said. "But the middle, I have no clue."

Blaine,Miss Knowy, and Wilson look up towards me.

"Shoulder blaster?..." Wilson said.

"Others call it the Plasma shooter," I said as Blaine came over to the opened sarophagus. "But I advise not to take what is not meant to be yours."

"But can I just take it as a keepsake?" Blaine asks, like a child.

"No," I said. "These belong to a race you're very aware about."

"But...just one?" Blaine asks.

"No," I said. "We must close it."

Then we hear boots crunching into the room. We look over to see Willis waving a cigerette with a burning tip inbetween his two fingers and a disgruntled look about his face. Blaine, Wilson, and Miss Knowy take a step back leaving room for someone to come in and take them.

"What you're waiting for?" Willis asks.

"Do you know how to close a sarcophagus?" I ask.

"No," Willis said, taking a puff. "I wouldn't know."

I take out a five short picks.

"Shortest one has to find out how to close it." I said.

Willis narrows his eyes at me puffing smoke at my face.

"No," Willis said. "I am not going to be part of this...." He stops. "Hey, drop that weapon!"

I turn around to the right to see Blaine and Wilson had taken out two of the Plasma weaponary. Blaine drops his plasma so it landed on his foot and then he hopped around whimpering about his pain using choice words. Miss Knowy had her hand inside the sarcophagus.

"Don't take it out." I warn Miss Knowy.

"You're not the desperate one here, kid." Miss Knowy said, in a snarky tone.

Miss Knowy yanks out the last item and staggers back.

Then the doors around us came to close and then a part of the room goes up revealing a new path to walk through. But then the slightest of all sounds came from the grate above us. It is the sound of something coming out of a stone related material. I wonder how we were all able to hear it.

"My hand--" Miss Knowy drops the item to the flood and shrieks at her pain resulting from the hand.

Her hand is burning off.

The trails of heat is coming off the hand in very horrible heat.

"MY HAND!" Miss Knowy screams in pain.

I take the plasma shooter from Blaine then aim it at her forehead.

"I told you so," I said, pressing the trigger.

Miss Knowy fell, deceased, to the floor.

"Hey!" Willis said. "No one is supposed to kill some-one else around me!"

"She would have suffered a painful death for handling a weapon for a male predator." I said. "She wasn't wearing armor, she is not of predator blood, and she is a mortal. Miss Knowy would have burned to death. Would you consider it humane to let her die like that?"

Willis has the cigarette resting inbetween his fingers.

"No," Willis said. "I wouldn't."

"That's what I thought," I said, handing Blaine the weapon back. "You're only lucky it does not affect men.In a few hours her body will be nothing but boiling heat, blood, and organs." I turn away from Miss Knowy's deceased body. "We should leave while we can."

Then the sounds of screams came from above.

Those were screams.

"What's happening up there?" Blaine said, scared.

"I don't know," I said. "And we're going to find out."

"Oh," Willis said. "So you're the leader now?"

"Emily put me in charge." I said, holding the gun by it's handle upside down. "You were not there." I turn back towards the two. "One of you pick up the weapon Miss Knowy dropped." I head towards the new opening. "We have to give them to the Predators assuming they're here for what I think is happening."