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Giza
The two elderly men dressed in the garb of the local workers stood alone on top of a rise watching as the sun beat down on them relentlessly. The workers were scrambling and shouting as they tugged on ropes lifting the artifact that had been buried for millennia. It was controlled chaos and the sounds and odors and sights thrilled the two men.
The blue eyed man turned to his companion, “That’s it, John. That’s the Stargate,” Rodney said excitedly.
“Do you think we should say anything?” John asked.
“Nah. They’re going to figure it out. I just wanted you to see it.”
“Did you ever miss any of it, Rodney? Any regrets?” John asked carefully.
Because they were in Egypt, Rodney could take his hand, and he did so. “Don’t be an idiot.”
John smiled and turned his attention back to the huge object coming out of the ground, squeezing the hand that he had refused to relinquish.