In the House of Ra server… Cleopatra: How do I send credits again? [Cleopatra sent 9999 credit/s to Sobek!] Akhenaten: WHAT?!?! Sekhmet: You just returned to shower the crocodile with some ka-ching?! [Cleopatra sent 1000 credit/s to Akhenaten!] [Cleopatra sent 1000 credit/s to Sekhmet!] [Akhenaten sent 999 credit/s to Cleopatra!] Sobek: HOLY— WHYYYYY Akhenaten: What did you doooooo? Cleopatra: It’s personal. I just have no other ways to send money to Sobek.

He asked with a soft voice, “You’re really going up there with just them? The SWAT Team they sent is still climbing. Let’s wait till they get in position first.” Delta shook her head. “Let’s continue walking. If we don’t hurry, they will begin killing people. I’m not going to be liable for a death I could have stopped.” “Aren’t you Wolfram Colton?” A detective continued with them. They crossed the burning place without fear because Wolfram brought better masks to keep them from breathing smoke. “I’m surprised you guys allowed a civilian to climb a burning building. Did your superiors tell you to stand down and go with the situation?” Wolfram glanced at the detectives as he walked with his wife. “Those guys upstairs are international criminals, after all. They probably wanted to catch those guys more than save the

Delta was brushing her hair while thinking of the party they would be attending next week. She had her invitation on her table while visualizing what to wear to such a prestigious event. The invitations had been long sent, but Akhenaten very much gave theirs to Sobek. Digital versions were not accepted, so Sobek would have to mail them to everyone. Akhenaten should be doing so, but he didn’t want to pry addresses from people who still wished to remain anonymous. There was no anonymity toward a mischievous hacker like Sobek, so Akhenaten figured Sobek should be able to send them without trouble. It’s just that Sobek ended up passing the matter to Delta and Wolfram. Only Delta knew where Imhotep and the others could be found, and Wolfram promised to give it to Cleopatra. The crocodile only needed to send one to Sekhmet.

A gift? Delta figured it was Regina’s gift for Eine. Wolfram held the one for Foxley, so the other one should have been handed to her if it was expensive. The woman would smile at the grouchy old lady, but Trisha had already crossed behind her to get next to Regina’s seat. From her tote bag came a clear envelope with some folded documents and a vaccine card. She handed them to Wolfram. “There’s no name for him yet. You deal with that. Contact the veterinarian if you made changes. Starting from right now, I have nothing to do with that—” She eyed Foxley, the boy intently staring at her as she spoke to Wolfram. Trisha slowed down to make her words clear. “Ti-be-tan Mas-tiff. You hear me? I have nothing to do with that Ti-be-tan Mas-tiff anymore. Say it back.” “…Aunt Trisha has nothing to do with this Tibetan Mastif

“…no wonder Sobek drained their company funds…” Delta couldn’t help but whisper. Sobek should have given her the complete picture. She wouldn’t have tried to save the other person’s skin. “What? Who is Sobek?” Mariska arched her brow up. She was attentive to everything Delta would say. Now that a name showed up along with a strange line, she attacked again. “What do you mean by draining company funds?” Wolfram aggressively caught the question for his wife. “He’s one of our new recruits. He works in intelligence for both our squads. Are you suddenly interested in him?” Mariska pulled a corner of her lips. “Oh, you’re hiring criminals now? That’s quite some news. Wait, the Red Core’s commander would even pick up a stray cat with oranges in her paws. Why do I wonder about the integrity of his people?” Instead of participating in her back and forth, Wolfram gazed at Yuri. He even looked irritated at the brother. “Hey, Yuri, did you drown her in a bathtub or something? Why is there wat