Scott called the Mariners to see if the alarm system was up. The Egyptian wing was still closed while final preparations were made for the grand opening of the exhibit.
    "Oh, hi, Scott," Sparky answered.
    "Anybody over at the museum, do you know?"
    "I'm sitting at the security board right now, whole thing's sealed off."
    "Keep your eyes open. Might be somebody showing up there pretty quick, if not I'll be there in a few minutes."
    "Something up?"
    "Maybe, I'm not sure yet."
    "Okay. Well, nobody's gotten in through the security system. Unless they had the schematics already and knew exactly what to expect."
    "They might."
    He went to gas form and entered the Egyptian wing silently. It didn't take long to find a pair of unconscious security guards, or to note the missing items. In one corner of the room stood a broad-shouldered man in a lion-maned mask, taking something apart.
    Scott rapped sharply on the top of a display case to get his attention; the man had Felix's build, but wasn't carrying any of the Sphinx's signature items, like the staff or paralysis scarabs. Standoff prevailed for a moment.
    "You don't think you can stop me, do you?" a distorted voice asked.
    "Actually, yes."
    "We'll see." He threw something on the ground; smoke filled the room. Scott went back to gas form and sought though it, but the corner was empty. The smoke settled down near the floor but clung eerily to the walls and display cases. He turned and spotted his quarry headed for the main door out of the section, which opened to reveal the rest of the Revolution.

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