Steven dropped the bag of costuming and equipment on the table in a conference room near the gate room. Daniel was on his way, supposedly, but he did tend to wander off and get lost staring at the architecture...and Steven couldn't blame him, this was really a fascinating place ( Read more... )

Steven hurried back to his room, dropping a bundle on the bed. It was amazing what some people had sitting in the backs of closets and secret compartments under beds...and enough of them had been willing to donate a few things for the sake of the cause ( Read more... )

Steven stumbles back to his quarters, half-blind with tears, and collapsed on the bed, fumbling for a few minutes to kick his shoes off. He'd managed to sort of hold himself together apart from the tears on the way back, but in the safety of his room, he starts shaking uncontrollably, pulling his knees to his chest ( Read more... )

Steven glared at the computer in frustration. He wasn't a hacker, he was an archeologist - he knew how to use a computer the way it was meant to be used, but not much past that. But there was so much information in encrypted files, information that his Master would love to know ( Read more... )

Steven looked around at the storage room. Shelf after shelf of boxes, overflowing with artifacts, more or less labelled with the place they'd been found. An archeologist's nightmare and heaven all in one ( Read more... )

Steven glanced over his shoulder into the mirror as he stepped into the shower, smiling as he caught sight the mark on his back, near his neck, barely low enough that his shirts hid it. And there was a memory to go with it, carved into his mind as strongly as the mark was in his skin...

The ropes that held his arms and legs spread were tight and ( Read more... )

Alone in his office again, he opened the second crate. A few items went into desk drawers, but most of it stayed where it was; he pushed the crate to one side, tucking it neatly next to the desk, and locked it again. Nothing in there he'd be needing, for now ( Read more... )

Dr. Rayner opened the case his escort had been kind enough to carry into the office for him, and began unpacking it onto his desk. Laptop was already there, standard issue; he added a few books, a pen and pad of paper, and a stone replica of a statue of Ba'al he'd discovered a few years ago at a dig near Cairo. He frowned, then shifted the books ( Read more... )