This is a serial. Everyday a new part will be published. This is the third part.
Continued from here.
A daddy would have been fine, but I was a mummy? That too an Egyptian one! I felt claustrophobic. I had this weird feeling of being tied by ropes. But I realised now that I was actually tied up by drapes. That’s why I could not move my hands or my feet. But I could see somehow, although the image my eyes were clearly under the opaque drapes.
The mummy opened its mouth for the first time, which was weird since it was headless. It said in a plain Antarctic accent, “I know you are a banker.” I promise, I myself did not know that. I used to think, I was a medical student. “I know under your hands are ways to gain access to the heaviest of the accounts with the blackest of the moneys.” I am not a grammar Nazi and the situation was clearly not in the favour of correcting silly mistakes. “I want you to, help us out. We are in need of money.” Who cares? Sympathy was the last thing I could have felt. “And if you don’t,…” I calculated the probability of the sentence being completed with ‘you are gonna die’ and the answer turned out to be almost 1. “…you would not get the fifty percent of the money you help us steal.” Now I was listening. I said, “How and How much?” The how was answered by a powerpoint presentation which was presumably prepared by the mummies about ten minutes later. The answer to how much was much more interesting. The Headless Mummy, pulled out a white board. With a marker, wrote down 1. Then a 0. Then another one. And another one. And it continued. When it stopped, I was sure, that 50% of that amount would make me richer than not many billionaires but richer than many countries. Many countries.
I revised the plan in my mind once. And then I affirmed. As a result, I was untied, ‘goodbyed’ to the well-illuminated Sahara and given enough food to cross it alive.
Within a few moments, I was transformed from being a mummified capture of mummies to a rogue banker on a mission to rob his own bank! Life, as I realised can often be awesome.
However, I changed my mind as soon as I arrived at Cairo. The flight to my destination was cancelled. The next flight is after twelve hours. As I sat miserably in the lounge, I debated whether robbing banks for mummies was a good thing to do or not? Right then, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned, there was no one. Involuntarily I looked to my left, and in the seat next to me, well covered in a cloak, there was the headless mummy. Smiling, I supposed.
“I had forgotten to add something. If you quit or fail to retrieve the sum we need, you’ll be killed.” My prediction was correct after all ! Suddenly, the speaker announced that the flight to my destination was ready for boarding. I was distracted momentarily. I regained my focus, the mummy had vanished, along with my hopes of owning five hundred billion dollars, risk free, provided I succeeded to steal a trillion!
To be continued. Next part will be available here.
