The Golden Elephant (Rogue Angel, Book 14)
Alex Archer, Victor Milán
Archaeologist Annja Creed feels she has persevered one treasure-hunting fiasco too many, but if a mysterious collector deals a gift for a helpful golden elephant acknowledged to be hidden within the mountainous jungles of Southeast Asia, Annja offers in. First she needs to meet with quite a few students which will pinpoint its position. although, each one specialist she visits is located useless, and Annja fears that somebody else is after the artifact, and that she's most likely subsequent at the killer's record.
“But i do know from event that simply because I’m anything of a television character, overseas governments don’t are inclined to see a lot distinction.” The photographer nodded. “Got it.” after all, the Burmese didn’t need to recognize she was once attached with Chasing History’s Monsters. She might manage to go into the rustic less than an id except Annja Creed. She didn’t imagine Ruhle had to be aware of that a lot approximately her, particularly on such brief acquaintance, without commitments both approach as but. yet a bit extra.
Off the edges in red sprays of rock airborne dirt and dust, it smashed extra males off. Then it struck an outcrop, bounced, went finish over finish clear of the cliff. That spared the part dozen males less than it within the chute. even though, it landed on extra ready their flip to climb from the floor less than. The extra prudent became and ran. The Protectors, for his or her half, acted like professionals. Reminding Annja of the soccer coach’s admonition to his gamers to “act like you’ve been there earlier than” whilst scoring touchdowns, they.
their very own noise. She drew in a single final breath. Then, crossing her palms underneath her breasts to indicate the 2 black rifles to correct and left, she introduced herself in a lifeless run correct among the passing enemy patrols. 27 As she ran flat out effortless Ngwenya ripped brief bursts from either rifles. To her left ran a low process ruined wall, with one complete window arch, completely entwined in vines, intact. To her correct not anything yet a skinny reveal of plants stood among her and a rating of adversarial.
Comprehension most likely wasn’t the best, and who was once in all probability used to listening to it spoken solely with an American accessory. Burma’s British colonizers had left decades in the past; the americans had performed during this specific murky pool far more lately, let alone their tradition protecting the realm like an old-time paint advert. As for enjoying French, she guessed it was once a fifty-fifty break up no matter if the GSSA presently hated americans or enjoyed them. She nodded towards the digicam putting on a.
Eye. She glanced out to determine a bonfire blaze up prior to the construction he had selected as his own billet. Voices shouted and laughed to each other outdoors. “The Wa barbarians were routed. We’ve won,” he proclaimed. From the mild overprecision with which he spoke, Annja guessed he used to be under the influence of alcohol. that may be excellent for her. Or very undesirable. Like, primarily, every little thing the following and now, she concept. She compelled herself to sit up straight. notwithstanding her head had often cleared, the exertion tired her; she.