The entrance was cunningly hidden. No massive entryway proclaiming the power and grandeur within. No glyphs of dire warnings, or hidden secrets. If it weren’t for the map he held in his hand, then no one would have looked twice at this section of wall.

“Six and a third meters from the southeast corner and one and a quarter meters up,” said Jones. His hand tracing the wall in the indicated directions. The stones that made up the wall were smooth and slightly rounded as though for millennia they had withstood the affects of wind and rain.

His hand came to rest on one stone. Looking for all the world like the others. Except… yes, a thin line in the mortar. He pressed and the stone slide within the wall.

What secret lay in that hole? How many generations had died to protect it? And now it was in his reach. His fingers brushed against something thin and flat. He took the paper out.

The note simply read, “Dr. Jones, Again we see there is nothing you can possess which I cannot take away. – Belloq”