Empire of Ruins: The Hunchback Assignments 3
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Secret agent Modo's next assignment? Find ancient Egyptian ruins hidden deep in the Australian jungle. The mysterious God Face is rumoured to be a powerful weapon—anyone who looks upon it has been driven mad. But Modo must find the God Face before the evil Clockwork Guild does!
of the ship, but he had disappeared into the ocean. It was too dark to see him in the water. The falconer was gone. Turning, she saw Modo in the doorway of the cabin, his sleeves bloody and tattered—but he was alive. The orchestra was still playing and people continued to dance. No one had noticed the battle. Modo stumbled to her, trying to fasten the button on a shredded shirtsleeve. “You’re wounded!” she said, taking his arm. “Good Lord, you might be poisoned.” “If I were I’d be dead now,”
looked over the edge. “We’ve climbed to nine hundred feet above sea level.” Lizzie moved the wheel back and forth, testing the flaps, though it seemed to have little effect. Modo assumed it was mostly the propeller on the back that would decide their direction once they started the steam engine. Had he ever been this high before? he tried to recall. He’d climbed to the top of Big Ben one night and looked down on all of London. But how high was it? At least when he was clinging to it, the tower
was colder than she’d expected. She moved her stiletto sheath from her left thigh onto her belt. Mrs. Finchley had given her handy button-up pockets and loops for attaching things to—even a hidden pocket. With her dress thrown over her shoulder, she appreciated how much easier it was to get up the ladder in trousers. No one said anything about her attire, but Modo gave her an amused look. Soon the airship passed over a town in a green, mountainous region. It looked to be little more than a
of me hand.” That night he disappeared with the map and several hundred dollars. It surprised King how little the theft bothered him. The map was burning in his mind, lighting up his thoughts. He would be the first white man to gaze upon the God Face. His photo would be in every newspaper in the world. This time he hired only Indian and Chinese porters from the poorest part of the port. They spoke little English; his Hindi and Cantonese would suffice. A guide would no longer be necessary. He
map, the temple wasn’t far from the river, but it wouldn’t be easy to spot; after a thousand years or more of growth, the forest would have reclaimed it. That said, if Miss Hakkandottir was already there, he would hear the camp noises before he saw them. As if on cue, there was a metallic clanging in the distance. Modo shook his head. Such a coincidence had to be his imagination getting the better of him. He listened intently. Nothing. He pushed his way through the vines until—Clang! Clang!