Life
and the Grave
By
Sanguine
Episode
9.7
Part One
MacGyver smiled
and blinked against the bright rays of sun blazing around
the mountains west of the Egyptian city of Asyut. If he
lifted a hand to his face, he could see the bustle of
the excavation: tents, people with brushes and charts,
plastic tarps, and careful arrangements of tools and artifacts.
The sun was setting, which meant that soon, the temperature
would drop and the dig site would be wrapping up for the
day, but MacGyver wanted to come and see it as soon as
he got off the plane.
As he approached
the excavation site, a stocky man in Western clothing
began to walk in his direction. As MacGyver lifted his
hand in a little half-wave, the man called, “Hey!
What’re you doing here? This is an official excavation.
No unauthorized access.”
“Name’s
MacGyver. Pete Thornton sent me.”
The man, obviously
an American, looked almost disappointed. “Oh. Well,
can I see some ID?”
Annoyed, MacGyver
dug around in his pocket for his wallet and muttered,
“Yeah, sure.” This wasn’t quite how
he’d envisioned his first experience with the excavation,
and with the sun setting quickly, he had little time to
waste before the archaeologists would call it a day and
make him wait for tomorrow to see what—if any—fascinating
discoveries that they’d come across.
The man passed
MacGyver’s ID back to him and ran a hand through
his short black hair. “All right, c’mon in.
Sorry for double-checking you like that. We’ve been
having some problems with locals coming in unannounced
and moving things around. I had to be sure you weren’t
here to cause trouble.”
“No problem,”
MacGyver replied.
“So what’d
the Phoenix Foundation send you here to do, anyway? I
heard we were getting another American, but we’ve
got plenty of archaeologists already.”
MacGyver shook
his head as he looked around to see where most of the
digging was taking place. “I’m not an archaeologist.
Not professionally, anyway.”
“Is there
such a thing as an amateur archaeologist?” the man
asked, puzzled.
MacGyver just
gave him a look and crossed to the person he was really
there to see. “Dr. Anbar!”
The elderly
Egyptian man glanced around to locate the source of the
voice and smiled when he saw MacGyver. “Ah! You
must be Pete Thornton’s friend. What did he say
your name was?”
“MacGyver.”
“A pleasure
to meet you, Mr. MacGyver. Any friend of Pete’s
is a friend of mine.” Anbar shook MacGyver’s
hand with a wide grin that belied how seriously he’d
been giving orders to the archaeologists just moments
before.
“We’ve
actually met once before, Doctor,” MacGyver said,
feeling a little shy. “You were giving a seminar
in Los Angeles, over the symbolism of jewels and minerals
in the ancient world. It was at least ten years ago. You
probably don’t remember me.”
Anbar scrutinized
him for a moment. “I remember Los Angeles very well.
Lovely city both times I’ve visited. Now that you
mention it, you do look familiar to me. You asked me a
question, didn’t you?”
Mac nodded.
“I asked you about sapphires and—”
“Sapphires
and lapis in the temple of Jerusalem, yes, I remember
now!” Anbar nodded, brown eyes sparkling. “That
was an excellent question. They were all good questions.
I wish I could remember them all. Well, welcome to the
excavation of Inpuhotep’s family crypt. I see you’ve
already met our head of security.”
“Yeah,
I did,” MacGyver replied, glancing over at the American
man. “I didn’t get your name.”
“Nick
Westley the Second.”
Mac raised an
eyebrow. “Mind if I call you Nick?”
Nick shrugged.
“Call me Nick, call me whatever you want—just
don’t call me late for dinner. Excuse me, I gotta
check something.”
As the head
of security walked away, Dr. Anbar shook his head. “Unusual
man, even for an American. But, come! Let me introduce
you to our team.”
The good doctor
then proceeded to trawl MacGyver through a list of names
that he would probably never remember, since there were
at least fifteen archaeologists in all. …Except
for Anna and Jennifer, the Australian twins. He might
remember them.
Grinning at the pair of blondes over his shoulder, he
collided with a bulky and bald man whose name had already
slipped MacGyver’s mind. Travis? Trevor? Whatever
his name, he dropped the handkerchief that he’d
been using to wipe the sweat from his head when he slammed
into MacGyver like a brick wall.
“Sorry,
mate,” Travis/Trevor said before getting the attention
of Dr. Anbar—who’d been trying to discuss
the excavation’s findings with MacGyver, oblivious
to his new friend’s distraction. “Dr. Anbar,
we’ve found more execration texts and shabti figures
in the antechamber, but so far, there’s still no
evidence of another entrance. I think we’ve got
to face it: our original conclusion was right. The empty
sarcophagi and remaining artifacts we’ve found are
all that’s left. The mastaba must have been sacked
long before we got here, just like all the others.”
The
towering Briton shook his head. “I’m sorry,
Doctor.”
“No!”
Anbar’s voice was firm. “I’ve researched
Inpuhotep and his family for years. I’ve studied
this tomb! Mastabas like this one often had secret chambers
and hidden entrances. The antechamber is just a decoy
to fool the robbers. The real burial chamber is buried
deep inside. I’m certain of it, Terrence! We’ve
just got to keep looking.”
Terrence.
That was it. Tall Terrence? MacGyver could remember that.
Terrence sighed.
“All right, Doctor. We’ll keep looking. But
we can’t keep this up forever. Even with the Phoenix
Foundation’s grant, we only have enough funding
for another two weeks. And even with all the money in
the world, we have our agreement with the Egyptian government
to consider. We only have permission to investigate here
until the end of the month. If we don’t find something
soon, we won’t have a choice.”
“I know
that,” Anbar replied, “but we’re close.
I know we are.”
Terrence watched
the elderly Egyptologist for a moment before nodding his
bald head. Then he walked off to join his fellow archaeologists
without another word, handkerchief forgotten in the dust.
“What’s
this about a hidden entrance?” MacGyver asked, curiosity
immediately piqued.
Anbar smiled.
“Pete told me a little about you. He mentioned to
me that if anyone could help me find the burial chamber
in Inpuhotep’s tomb, it’d be you. I’m
sure you know that Egyptians often used false chambers,
labyrinths, traps, and all kinds of decoys to keep out
unwanted visitors.”
MacGyver winced
just a little as his mind rapidly retraced every single
dangerous archaeological venture he’d ever volunteered
for (or been dragged into). “Yeah, I know all about
that.”
“Well,
Inpuhotep was just a vizier, not royalty, so his mastaba
is much more modest than most. But that doesn’t
mean that his family’s crypt doesn’t have
a few surprises somewhere. My research tells me that the
entrance to the rest of the tomb has got to be inside
the antechamber somewhere, and one of the old family journals
that I found in the local archives suggests that sand
is the key. But obviously, there’s sand everywhere
in this area, so most of the others think I’m wrong.”
MacGyver shrugged.
“I doubt you’re wrong, but maybe there’s
just something we’re missing. Mind if I take a look?”
Anbar flashed
a grin. “Of course you should look, MacGyver, that’s
what you’re here for!”
A loud clatter
broke off the conversation abruptly. Springing into action,
everyone ran towards the source of the sound.
“Oh, no!”
one of the archaeologists groaned. “Look at our
equipment.”
“It’s
scattered everywhere! This is the third time this week,”
chimed in another.
Terrence sighed. “Come on. We’d best be sure
that nothing’s broken. Do an inventory of the artifacts,
too, just to be sure. After that, we’ll have to
come back when it’s daylight.”
Nick Westley
reappeared, searching in all directions. “I don’t
know what could be doing this, but I saw those animals
out there again. I think they’re jackals.”
He pointed out a pair of small canines peering at the
group from behind a rock. “Maybe they’re wild
dogs and not jackals. I don’t know, but I don’t
like ‘em. They’re too close, and they could
be the ones messing with all our stuff. I know for a fact
that something’s been digging a hole underneath
the tarps.”
MacGyver watched
them for a moment and shook his head. “Those aren’t
jackals. Not wild dogs, either. They’re foxes.”
“Just
ordinary foxes?” Nick said doubtfully.
“Well,
how do we get rid of them?” Terrence asked.
“I think
I have a couple ideas,” MacGyver replied as he picked
up Terrence’s sweaty handkerchief from the ground
with two fingers. “Will you show me the hole they’ve
been digging?”
“Yeah,
sure thing,” Nick said, leading MacGyver around
a maze of trenches and coverings until they came to a
blue tarp close to the rock wall. A sizeable hole had
been scratched into the dirt and sand beneath the tarp,
between two stakes that were holding it flush against
the ground. “See what I mean? I don’t know
why they want in there. It’s not like there’s
any food or anything around here.”
MacGyver shrugged
and knelt beside the hole. “Foxes like to burrow.
They make their homes in shallow holes under the ground.
These two are probably looking for a place to raise their
young.”
Nick snorted.
“Well, they need to raise ‘em somewhere else.”
“What
we need to do is convince them that this area and this
burrow have been claimed by somebody else.” MacGyver
waved the handkerchief in the air before stuffing it into
the hole. “Normally, anything with enough human
smell on it is enough to keep foxes away. They're usually
pretty shy.”
“These
foxes are anything but shy! They came around and started
getting into stuff in broad daylight.”
MacGyver quirked
an eyebrow. “It’s not exactly broad daylight
out here anymore, but I see what you mean.” Then
he pointed to some of the equipment. “Those candles
over there, by the mosquito netting. Citronella?”
“Uh, I
think so, yeah.”
MacGyver grabbed
one of the big, round candles and Nick reached over with
a lighter.
“Why do
you need one of these?” Nick asked. “You getting
bit?”
“No, but
I need some of the wax.”
Nick’s
brow furrowed. “Why?”
“Citronella
is a natural repellent for just about everything, not
just bugs. The smell is so strong that it’ll keep
the foxes and lots of other animals far away from that
hole.” When the candle had burned long enough to
melt a sizeable pool of wax, MacGyver dripped the fragrant
liquid around the perimeter of the half-finished fox burrow.
“There you go. I don’t think they’ll
be giving you too much trouble anymore.”
“Hey, Nick!”
Terrence called. “We’re ready to head out!”
“All right!
I’ll do another check and be right behind you,”
Nick said. After a moment, he looked at Mac and added,
“Also, thanks for the help. That’s a neat
trick.”
MacGyver smiled.
“Don’t mention it.”
As Nick started
to walk away, he smirked and replied, “I wasn’t
planning to.”
Rolling his eyes,
MacGyver started to look around at the equipment that
the others were working on putting away, checking off
items on an inventory clipboard before securing everything
under tarps staked to the ground. “Need some help
with that?”
“No, I
think we’ve got it, but thanks,” one of the
archaeologists replied. “We’ve gotten used
to picking everything up over the past few weeks. At least
nothing’s gone missing this time.”
“Things
have gone missing?” MacGyver tilted his head in
curiosity. “What kind of things?”
“No artifacts,
thank goodness, but lots of equipment. Brushes, chisels,
shovels, radios… You name it. And even if nothing
gets lost, we still have to pick it all back up and shove
it underneath the tarps again. It’s hard to protect
the equipment and the artifacts from the weather when
something keeps stirring it all back up. Hopefully, that
thing you did to keep away the foxes will help with this.”
Slowly, MacGyver
shook his head. “Somehow, I don’t think that
these problems have been caused by the foxes. I'm far
from being an expert, but that hole seemed a little too
perfect and a little too deep to be an animal. It could've
easily been a person with a hand shovel…someone
who’d like to use the foxes to draw away suspicion.”
“Well,
if it wasn't a fox, then who could it possibly be? We
have the support of the government and the local community.
There aren’t any other teams competing for this
dig, and the people buried in this tomb have no more living
relatives. There’s no one else who would care about
something like this. I mean, as a historian, I hate to
say it this way, but—we’re just digging up
some dead guys. That’s it.”
MacGyver shrugged.
“You could be right. Maybe it’s nothing.”
The archaeologist
raised one perfectly tanned eyebrow. “But let me
guess: you’re going to keep an eye on things anyway?”
MacGyver smiled.
“You got it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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