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Amelia was currently eating chicken from the KFC across from the Great Pyramids of Giza in her hotel room. She wasn't one for fast food, but she currently had a lot of work ahead of her. If she were honest, she hated Cairo - the city was crowded and smelled terribly and c'mon, who puts a fast food place across the street from one of the seven wonders of the world? But in all seriousness, Amelia was here on an excavation for the graduate school course she was doing, when suddenly the funding of the excavation was cut short. They had finally gotten all the permits to legally excavate in the Valley of the Kings and the whole team flew across the world, only to have the whole project de-railed due to political unrest in the country. Amelia wasn't arguing with their reasoning, but she actually went through the legal processes this time and this is how they repay her? (Not that the government or university ever really new about the illegal times -- Amelia has had some interesting summer vacations, alright?)
Either way, she was typing up a report to e-mail one of the professors she's studying under back in New York, and has a lot to sort out if they're to fly back in the morning.
Amelia sighed and leaned back in the desk chair of the hostel she was staying at. From the corner of her eyes she glanced at one of the artifacts she was keeping that would be transported back to New York tomorrow. She couldn't help the well of disappointment that filled her up at the sight. That item was probably the first of many in finding the tomb of some of Egypt's pharaohs of the Old Kingdom period, and here they were, about to step away when they were so close. Her excavation team had already flown back to New York last night, but Amelia had stayed behind in order to iron out all of the transport proceedings and legal issues down at the embassy.
Amelia sighed again at the idea of all the legal BS she's had to go through the past few days. And this is why I never ask permission before sneaking around these places, she thought to herself while mumbling nonsensically to herself.
Either way, she was typing up a report to e-mail one of the professors she's studying under back in New York, and has a lot to sort out if they're to fly back in the morning.
Amelia sighed and leaned back in the desk chair of the hostel she was staying at. From the corner of her eyes she glanced at one of the artifacts she was keeping that would be transported back to New York tomorrow. She couldn't help the well of disappointment that filled her up at the sight. That item was probably the first of many in finding the tomb of some of Egypt's pharaohs of the Old Kingdom period, and here they were, about to step away when they were so close. Her excavation team had already flown back to New York last night, but Amelia had stayed behind in order to iron out all of the transport proceedings and legal issues down at the embassy.
Amelia sighed again at the idea of all the legal BS she's had to go through the past few days. And this is why I never ask permission before sneaking around these places, she thought to herself while mumbling nonsensically to herself.