Kemamonit Pursued

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  Kemamonit Pursued

  Copyright 2012 Paul Edwards

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  Kemamonit Pursued

  Prologue

  He stared at the apartment door she had just slammed shut, he could feel her staring at him through the peephole.

  “I could use the stun device,” he thought to himself.

  The eggheads had given him the quantum cerebral incapacitator a few weeks ago. It worked on some bizarre quantum mechanical principle that was incomprehensible to a lay person.

  “You have to be careful, sometimes it shoots in the past if you’ve fired it in the future, and you have to observe the target otherwise it won’t work.” They had told him.

  “Why didn’t they just give me a nine millimeter Sig,” he had murmured under his breath.

  He had seen a video of a test of the device on a charging African Elephant, the animal had gone from a rampaging gallop to looking like it had just inhaled a two foot long doobie. It screeched to a stop and then stood stock still drool dripping from its mouth.

  He considered kicking the door open and using the device but the door looked quite sturdy.

  He remembered his briefing from the eggheads, “don’t be misled by her appearance, this is one of the most terrifying people you will ever meet. She is a powerful sorcerer able to destroy cities with a blink of an eye. She is six thousand years old, god only knows the millions of people she has subjugated or massacred.”

  They had shown him film of a secret archeological site uncovered in Egypt in the nineteen twenties, it was a perfectly preserved small shrine built by an unknown worshipper named Senbi.

  The shrine housed a life-size statue of a Nubian woman named Kemamonit, there was a small stele in front of the statue proclaiming her as a fierce and terrifying godlike sorcerer. The archeologists also discovered the whole site seemed to be made of some kind of indestructible substance.

  That’s when the shrine’s location became a closely guarded secret.

  The years had passed without anyone discovering the secret of the sites indestructability or the fate of the woman depicted by the statue.

  Then suddenly six thousand year old Egyptian jewellery started showing up in pawn shops in Seattle.

  He had doubted the slight harmless looking woman he had traced the jewellery too was the same terrifying sorcerer portrayed by the shrines statue, the eggheads disagreed.

  “The resemblance is uncanny,” the head egghead had shown him her photograph in comparison to the statues.

  “This chick has boobs the size of Dolly Parton,” he said as he pointed to the photograph of the statue.

  “I suspect that was just artistic licence. She probably forced this Senbi guy to exaggerate her assets. ”

  Now standing in front of her door his doubt about her identity had vanished, during their brief conversation he had sensed her lying about her real name and he also noticed the strange exotic bracelet on her wrist. It was not something he had ever seen another woman wear.

  “I’ll be back,” he thought to himself as he turned and walked back down the hall.