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"W-What," Mr. Anderson stuttered.

"Do you honestly think we are the first to try and enter this tomb," Amber replied. "There is a guardian who watches over this tomb. Don't worry." she added noticing the man frantically looking around. "We should be alright, as long as we're quiet and discrete about it."

"W-What exactly is in this tomb, Amber," Mr. Anderson asked.

"You'll see soon enough," Amber replied. "Now come on, I need your light." Mr. Anderson stepped forward letting the light from his flashlight glow onto an ancient sarcophagus, standing up right bound in chains and a heavy padlock. On the surface was the carving of an angel wearing a long hooded cloak.

"W-Woah," Mr. Anderson stuttered. "What the hell's in there?"

"Not what who," Amber said stepping beside him. "The reason we, and most importantly you are here."

"What," Mr. Anderson asked becoming somewhat fearful again.

"Well, I am an old woman," Amber explained. "I am simply incapable of removing the chains from the sarcophagus. You on the other hand," she added turning to Mr. Anderson. "are young and strong. You used to be a professional thief, surely such a feat would prove easy work for an ex-convict like you."

"Woah, woah," Mr. Anderson said. "Breaking and entering the resting place of the dead is bad enough. I'm not about to remove a body from it's resting place. Have you no respect for the dead..." He railed off as Amber held out the picture of him and his daughters again.

"I still don't think you fully understand you're position here, Mr. Anderson," Amber said, her voice turning cold. "If it weren't for me you would still be rotting in that cell I found you in, and your daughters would be left parentless."

"But," Mr. Anderson started.

"I helped you boy, I brought you out of that prison, gave you you're life back, and your daughters their father back," Amber said. "Out of the pure goodness of my heart, and this is how you repay me. I could just as easily abandon you and send you back to prison. Were would your daughters be then?"

"No," Mr. Anderson said with a sigh. Lowering his head, once a proud man now defeated by this vile woman, held by a very tight leash. "I'll do it, just promise me you'll help me and my daughters. They're all I have left."

"You have my word," Amber replied. "Now please, open the sarcophagus for me."

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"W-What," Mr. Anderson stuttered.

"Do you honestly think we are the first to try and enter this tomb," Amber replied. "There is a guardian who watches over this tomb. Don't worry." she added noticing the man frantically looking around. "We should be alright, as long as we're quiet and discrete about it."

"W-What exactly is in this tomb, Amber," Mr. Anderson asked.

"You'll see soon enough," Amber replied. "Now come on, I need your light." Mr. Anderson stepped forward letting the light from his flashlight glow onto an ancient sarcophagus, standing up right bound in chains and a heavy padlock. On the surface was the carving of an angel wearing a long hooded cloak.

"W-Woah," Mr. Anderson stuttered. "What the hell's in there?"

"Not what who," Amber said stepping beside him. "The reason we, and most importantly you are here."

"What," Mr. Anderson asked becoming somewhat fearful again.

"Well, I am an old woman," Amber explained. "I am simply incapable of removing the chains from the sarcophagus. You on the other hand," she added turning to Mr. Anderson. "are young and strong. You used to be a professional thief, surely such a feat would prove easy work for an ex-convict like you."

"Woah, woah," Mr. Anderson said. "Breaking and entering the resting place of the dead is bad enough. I'm not about to remove a body from it's resting place. Have you no respect for the dead..." He railed off as Amber held out the picture of him and his daughters again.

"I still don't think you fully understand you're position here, Mr. Anderson," Amber said, her voice turning cold. "If it weren't for me you would still be rotting in that cell I found you in, and your daughters would be left parentless."

"But," Mr. Anderson started.

"I helped you boy, I brought you out of that prison, gave you you're life back, and your daughters their father back," Amber said. "Out of the pure goodness of my heart, and this is how you repay me. I could just as easily abandon you and send you back to prison. Were would your daughters be then?"

"No," Mr. Anderson said with a sigh. Lowering his head, once a proud man now defeated by this vile woman, held by a very tight leash. "I'll do it, just promise me you'll help me and my daughters. They're all I have left."

"You have my word," Amber replied. "Now please, open the sarcophagus for me."