Guards surround the small, dungeon like prison.

  As Amen walks forward, his displays show radar and estimations of survival.

  Numerous side missions and weapons lay scattered before him at the prison, but he flicks everything away.

  Worshipers and well doers are praying to their gods outside of the prison, begging for their family members inside.

  The guards look like they could snap and bring them in at any moment.

  Out of the prison walks a large, dumb, fool.

  Ziyad.

  Amen's displays ring and his point percentages go up. His heart beat swells.

  Ziyad walks out, singing to himself, acting like he is royalty.

  He sticks his arm up into the air triumphantly, like he is holding a trophy.

  Except he has NO HAND. Cut off and then burned to seal it.

  "Feast on me, you fools, and my victory!" Ziyad exclaims.

  People walk back, disgusted.

  Ziyad looks at where his hand WAS.

  "Oh. The hand? This JUST HAPPENED. I got hungry. And so did a crocodile!!! We fought over it!"

  Ziyad then pretends to be chewing and eating at gnawing on his stub.

  Amen laughs out loud. His stamina and health bars maxed out.

  End this game now.

  Ziyad runs to his cousin and embraces him.

  "You bastard. I knew you would do it."

  Amen turns to his cousin, tears in his eyes.

  "I promised you."

  "You didn't forget your old cousin."

  "Never."

  Amen looks to where Ziyad's hand was.

  "That should've been me."

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  "Well, it isn't. Stop your pity. I've lost weight. I'm a freed thief."

  "Reformed?"

  "Not quite. You got a steal for us? I got one good hand."

  "I do. And you haven't lost weight."

  "The food was horrible in there."

  "That doesn't mean you lost weight."

  "Never mind. What adventures have you been on? There are rumors all over the Nile of Amen reappearing."

  "Who started these rumors?"

  "Me!"

  Ziyad laughs.

  "Hey," Ziyad whispers as the two walk, "how did you get me out? And what have you been doing?"

  "The one question, I haven't been doing what you think. It's been...something. I can't explain it. Oh. I got you out through Omari."

  Ziyad spits.

  "Omari. Hell. Thieves really do stick together."

  "Come Ziyad," Amen says, "after this next job, we might be the rich sell outs too!"

  Amen and Ziyad literally turn the corner from the prison, laughing and talking, when a group of THIEVES and MURDERERS come before them.

  A hard looking group.

  Armed with sticks and swords and daggers and a whole lot of anger.

  Suddenly, a dialogue tree appears in front of Amen.

  Not this again. Nothing ever ends well with these things.

  Choices flash.

  "Ur, move you and your idiots out of the way."

  "No trouble, please."

  When this happens, Amen cannot say anything besides these two options. His tongue is frozen!

  So, he chooses.

  ""Ur, move you and your idiots out of the way."

  Ziyad laughs.

  Ur steps forward. Dirty and short but filled with rage. A blunt dagger in his hands.

  "We've been waiting for you to get out, Ziyad. I didn't know we'd get a chance at Amen as well!"

  "You mean the King of Thieves?" Ziyad mocks.

  "Never," Ur yells back.

  "Hey. It was my name," Amen responds. "Kind of still is. Should we make it plural, cousin? Kings of Thieves?"

  "No," Ziyad laughs, "you can keep it. I just got out."

  "You desecrate our gods and crypts!" Ur exclaims. "The market has dried up from you two. The Madjay are hunting everyone down."

  Ur points his dagger at the two cousins as he limps forward.

  "They said you desecrated the secret chamber of the Great Pyramid." Ur says, his teeth chattering with anger.

  "It's true. I did." Amen does not deny it.

  "You lie. No one has done such a thing!"

  "One has," Amen raises his tone.

  Ur yells and runs at the two, followed by all his fellow murderers.

  "Fun. See you later," Ziyad says, as the two cousins split up.

  The group of thieves splits up. A few chase Ziyad.

  Most chase Amen.