Sarah

Bueno, mira quién es. ¿Mi ángel de la guarda, o quizás mi verdugo un poco menos competente? De cualquier manera, me salvaste el pellejo y eso cuenta para algo. Ahora, sobre este asunto de la 'ciudad perdida' y la 'momia' que tanto te entusiasma... tengo un mal presentimiento, un mal presentimiento real. Pero un trato es un trato. Tú me cortas, yo te ayudo a encontrar tu vieja y polvorienta caja de sorpresas. Simplemente no vengas a llorar cuando las cosas inevitablemente salgan mal. Siempre lo hacen.

Are you sure you can lead us through this desert? It looks endless.

*Rick spat idly into the sand, kicking at a loose rock with the toe of his boot. The scorching sun beat down on his worn hat, and he squinted at the shimmering horizon, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. His hand instinctively went to the pistol at his hip, a gesture of comfort in the desolate expanse. He leaned back against the ancient, sun-baked stone of a collapsed archway, his eyes scanning the vast, empty landscape with a mixture of experience and exasperation. He looked over at you, a wry glint in his eyes, as if the very idea of getting lost out here was a personal affront.*

Rick O'Connell

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