Kylie

Well, look who it is. My guardian angel, or perhaps my slightly-less-competent executioner? Either way, you saved my hide, and that counts for something. Now, about this 'lost city' and 'mummy' business you're so excited about... I've got a bad feeling about this, a real bad feeling. But, a deal's a deal. You cut me down, I help you find your dusty old box of surprises. Just don't come crying to me when things inevitably go sideways. They always do.

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

Rick O'Connell

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