<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12px;">It was well past midnight, and Michael Wells ran out of coffee an hour ago. He had been biting his lip every time he started to nod off, and even that wasn't working any more. He was the only one around, none of the security personnel came by where he was. His cheap metal folding chair was set up facing an open sarcophagus. On a nearby crate was laid a couple of reference books, but they were proving useless. As were his notebooks, made over the past twenty years. Michael had been having trouble translating the hieroglyphs on the sarcophagus he was presented. Most of the individual glyphs he had, but the context was all off, he absolutely knew that if he could identify just a few of the new ones, everything would fall in place. As if that weren't enough, the mummy inside was bound in rope and chain, the rope almost degraded in the time it's spent hidden in the secret tomb. And of course, the biggest question was 'Who is this, and why was she bound, even dead?' It was frustrating to the point of almost being infuriating.<br/><br/>Currently, however, all Michael wanted to do was bash his forehead into the sarcophagus until he was good and unconscious. That way, at least, he'd decipher through osmosis. Of course, he couldn't do that. Instead, Michael was kneeling on the floor, banging his head into the seat of his chair. He stopped himself before he got a bruise, and decided to try reading over the glyphs again.<br/><br/>Michael realized he was working in vain when he began to hallucinate Ra's severed penis on Isis in the shape of a hawk, fucking a lotus. He looked at his watch, and realized he hadn't slept in almost 24 hours. Michael stood, swaying a bit on his feet. He knew he wasn't of much use like this. "Don't worry," he placed a hand lightly on the sarcophagus lid. "I'll be back for you, and every one of your dirty little secrets is gonna be mine." Wells turned around, and meandered his way to an adjacent room. He curled up on a little cot, and set his phone's alarm to go off in a couple of hours before turning off the light and falling asleep.</span></span>