Kemamonit Returns
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Kemamonit Returns
Copyright 2013 Paul Edwards
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Kemamonit Returns
Prologue
Harry lifted up his fedora and wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, he jammed the hat back down hard making sure it wouldn't slip off. He held a Webley revolver in his other hand it was pointed at a closed door.
"Get ready!" he yelled at the two other men with him.
One of the men was standing directly in front of the door about fifteen feet away, he had a rope in his hand that was tied onto the doors handle, the other man was standing slightly in front of the rope holder to the side, he had an assault rifle pressed against his shoulder.
Harry stared at the large wooden door, it had been plastered over when they had first discovered it, there had been seals with cuneiform writing pressed into the plaster.
They had carefully photographed the seals before they had smashed the plaster off of the door, he had then translated the cuneiform writing in the seals, they had all said the same thing, here lie the quarters of the great and powerful Semiramis, sealed for eternity.
"Pull!" Harry yelled.
The rope went taught as the man holding it stared pulling, the door held for a few seconds then flew open.
There was silence for moment, then a roar as a large many toothed monster charged out of the dark interior.
Some kind of dinosaur, Harry thought to himself.
He felt the Webley jerk against his palm, a small red rose appeared on the monsters shoulder, he heard the AK start firing , the monster roared even louder charging towards the two men opposite him.
Harry emptied his revolver into the beast as he watched the creature crash into his compatriots, it turned unsteadily then collapsed onto the ground, it was dead.
"Reload!" Harry yelled as he emptied the spent cartridges from his gun and quickly inserted fresh bullets from his ammo belt.
He looked at the two men, the rope puller had injured his ankle and was still on the ground, the other still stood, he had already put a fresh mag into his AK.
They looked at each other then towards the dark space beyond the entrance.
Harry grabbed a flashlight out of the canvas bag slung over his shoulder, the bag had originally been designed to hold a gas mask, he switched it on and then carefully walked through the entrance, the other man was close behind.
"Looks clear," Harry muttered as he gripped the Webley harder.
Harry looked around the small antechamber they had entered.
"Definitely Assyrian," the man next to him said.
"She musta been a nasty chick... huh Dick," Harry replied.
"Ya... see any magic?"
Harry carefully swept the powerful flashlight over the antechambers walls, floor and ceiling.
"Oh shit... look at that," Harry exclaimed pointing.
"Always something weird... always... can't ever be just a pile of gold," Dick murmured.
"Gotta get one of the sorcerers," Harry said matter of factly.