+ Title: The Eye
of Horus - Part 2
(Full Title: Heero Yuy and the Eye of Horus)
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily)
+ See Prologue for warnings, pairings...
Eye of Horus + Part 2
Tall, blond, and regal, Zechs Marquise strode through the Egyptian marketplace,
trying his hardest to remain inconspicuous but failing miserably since
the majority of the local population bore darker complexions and weren't
quite as tall. He didn't even know why he bothered to take precautions
against being recognized. Yuy would catch on to what he was doing sooner
or later, and Zechs preferred the competition the other archaeologist
It was only six in the morning, so the ferocious heat of the desert sun
didn't come to full force for another several hours. It was morning and
dusk when he preferred to be out at the digsites, spending the muggy afternoons
in the cool bellies of the pyramids, reading ancient hieroglyphs that
could hold knowledge of the scepter's whereabouts. A feeling deep inside
told Zechs that he wouldn't find any recorded information on the Eye,
but some hope kept him driving forward. Afterall, if information on the
Ark of the Covenant and the Holy Grail had been uncovered, surely there
was something on the Eye of Horus.
Zechs removed the white, wide-brimmed hat from his head, wiping the sweat
from his forehead on the sleeve of his shirt. The day ahead was going
to be a scorcher, already in the mid-eighties with a disturbingly high
humidity level and no promise of rain. He pulled his hair up into a ponytail,
hoping to cool off the back of his neck, which is did, but it was still
oppressively hot out.
Movement pulled Zechs's attention to the tent ten meters off to his right.
Treize Khushrenada stood, silhouetted against the rising sun. He looked
cool. The General always seemed to look cool, sapphire eyes holding strategic
knowledge as well as a calm that rivalled even Yuy's.
"Good morning, General Khushrenada."
The older man focused his attention on the archaeologist. "Zechs,
how many times must I tell you, call me Treize. We've been working together
long enough to drop the formalities."
Zechs nodded his head slightly in a bow. "Yes, Ge-...Treize."
The copper-haired man seemed satisfied. "How is the excavation doing
"If the teams knew that they were doing a blind excavation, I am
sure they would have mutinied by now, but as far as they can tell, we
know exactly where we are supposed to be digging."
"We should allow them more access to water. They might start some
trouble if peers start dying from the heat."
Treize seemed to consider this, tapping his cheek with an index finger.
"Whatever it takes to keep them congenial."
The two men continued walking along the way towards the digsite, leaving
the city grounds in a jeep to cross the windswept sand that was a constant
presence in Northern Africa. Treize had the driver stop the vehicle at
the top of a dune, allowing Zechs and Treize to overlook the excavation.
They had started with five hundred locals, volunteering out of desperation
for money, but as word got out that there was cheap labor needed, more
and more people seemed to come out of the desert itself. Zechs had long
ago lost track of how many workers were going through the sand around
the pyramids, digging up ancient burial sites of slaves that were buried
by their pharaoh. Men did the digging, women brought the water, and children
ran messages between the supervisors. Watching the entire scene from a
viewpoint, Zechs was reminded of images in his Egyptology textbooks, slaves
swarming to finish the city and tomb for the pharaoh who wanted to be
remembered as a great man through an even greater monument.
"Isn't this unethical?" Zechs tried to keep the disgust out
of his voice.
"Maybe to your ethics, but not to mine. They all volunteered for
this work, and if their country cared they would have been employed in
the first place." Treize motioned for the driver to continue forward
to the site. "Besides, it's only temporary, and families are being
The rest of the ride was in silence. Zechs caught the gaze of a child,
barely seven and hardly more than skin and bones, looking with fear and
sorrow at everyone around him before the supervisor's hand hit him across
the face, causing the young boy to go hurdling to the ground.
"They asked for this," Treize said, keeping his gaze forward
at the top of the pyramids.
"General...General!" A soldier ran next to the jeep, hitting
the door to get the driver to stop. Treize looked at the man questioningly,
silently telling him to say what was so urgent. "General, the Maganac
Corp knows we're here, so Doctor Yuy should be notified of our activities
"Very good," Treize said, climbing out of the jeep. The soldier
saluted sharply and went back to his duty.
Zechs hurried after his superior. "Why did you let the information
Treize gave a look that seemed to say are-you-really-that-stupid. "It's
a little hard to keep our operation a secret, so he was going to find
out sooner or later. Besides, he might know something that we don't, and
we will be able to take that information from him. Understand?" The
General walked towards the main camp without waiting for an answer.
"Yes, sir," Zechs muttered dryly, a stern gaze fixed on his
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