"Ladies and gentlemen!" Ammon grinned down at the hostage crowd from his place at one of the podiums. His latest venture had taken him to the museum of history. Of course there were civilians, though they weren't quite prepared for Egyptian soldiers rushing in and taking them all hostage. "I have come for a very specific item, and once I have it you may go about your day! But, I do in fact need an employee! Someone who knows where the tablet of Horus was placed. Oh, and don't bother trying to play it off, because I know it's here!" The police had arrived previously, and had their perimeter set up. But when they tried to open up the doors to rush inside, they were sealed shut. "You there!" Ammon pointed his staff at the curator "you look important!" His lackeys grabbed him, and brought him up to the podium. "Tell me, where is the tablet?" The curator only shook his head, scared out of his mind. "I don't know what you're talking about!" "Do not. Play stupid with me, maggot!" He jabbed him with his staff "else I will suck the soul from your very body!" That was enough to get him talking. "Th-the delivery area! At the back of the museum!" Ammon chuckled "thank you for assisting your pharaoh my disciple. You may return to your place." He was let up, and he immediately ran back to the crowd. "Now! None of you will leave, or even make a phone call until I have that tablet." He nodded to two of his men, and they ran off deeper into the museum. "Your pharaoh appreciates your cooperation!"
