Epilogue
Epilogue
Present Day
New York City, NY
Set storms into the grand penthouse suite that Resheph calls home. For a god of war and plague, he likes to showcase his spoils and trophies much like a hoarder collects junk. Spartan helmets line the halls on pedestals next to World War II memorabilia hung on the walls.
As Set comes to the main living space, he finds the god sitting in front of the fireplace with a glass of brandy in hand and a second glass filled and waiting on the table next to him.
“I see you were expecting me.”
“I heard rumors that Ammit met her demise. I figured you would be paying a visit,” Resheph answers.
Set sits in the awaiting chair and downs the brandy in one gulp. As he sets the empty glass on the table he says, “They have the first piece of the tablet. They cannot attain another.”
“How would you like me to proceed, my lord? I’m not always known for being subtle.”
“Use your contacts here in New York. See if they can get a team together to flush out Isis’s idiotic group. They seem to already be regrouping to look for another piece. My sources are claiming Athens is the next target.”
Resheph strokes his dark beard in thought as he sips on his brandy. “I know a crime family with connections to Greece. I’ve used them before for more discreet jobs. I’m sure they will serve well again.”
“Good. Get them on it. I must maintain appearances in London to continue to track Isis’s movements. Do not fail me.”
Resheph refills Set’s glass and they clink them together in solidarity. “Ammit was a power-hungry fool. I will not make the same mistakes.”