This was my entry into round 2, having progressed this far via the "Local Knowledge" story. The prompt for this was much harder, and even spending a lot more time on it, I couldn't get this to a state I was happy with. It did not go down anywhere near as well, and I didn't progress to round 3.
Genre: Action and/or Adventure
Action: Pulling a rope
Word: Prime
Dust to Dust
Shading her eyes, Ruth looked down at the heavy gold amulet in her palm. She had spent their entire grant and eight months getting here but this made it all worthwhile. The cornerstone of next season’s exhibition. She locked the necklace into her strongbox and primed the alarm. Turning to face Jake, she smiled and he grinned back.
A shout arose from the workers as a broad man, wearing a trenchcoat despite the desert heat, strode heedlessly through the excavations.
“You have something of mine” he barked, his accent thick and angry. “You will hand it over. Your presence is no longer required here.”
“Now just wait a minute” started Jake, stepping in front of Ruth. The man’s hand went to his pocket, there was the sound of a gunshot, something wet spattered Ruth’s face, and Jake’s lifeless form hit the sand.
“As you can see, I am in no mood for negotiations. Tell me where it is. Now.”
Ruth’s mind raced, processing the sudden loss of her colleague; mentally weighing her horror, and her mission, against the danger she now found herself in.
“It’s in the crypt.” She said at last. “They’re running tests.”
She walked to a dark opening in the ground with a protruding ladder. “Down here.” She slid easily down the ladder to a ledge below. As the man started to follow, she pulled the securing rope free, sending the ladder and the man tumbling down into the catacombs far beneath.
“That’s for Jake, you bastard.”
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