Chapter 2: Connection

"What are you two talking about?" a female scientist said coming in the room.

"Lakers game this friday," Ramirez said.

"And who is your friend?"

"Colin, Colin Lambert," Colin said awkwardly while standing up.

They shake hands.

"Good day, Mr. Lambert, I'm Ellen Gordon. Pleased to meet you. Now Ramirez, I know you're lying. You don't even watch basketball. Also the game is on saturaday."

Whoa, a woman who is gorgeous, intelligent and knows sports.

"It's kind of a secret," Ramirez said.

"Oh, no fair. Anways, I got to get these samples to lab 2A."

"Uh, Ellen, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime."

"Sounds good, where and when?" she asked.

"Leonardo's Italian Restaurant, on Black St. this Sunday at 7."

"Sounds good, I'll be there. See you, Ram."

Ellen left the room.

"Smooth," Ramirez said sarcastically.

Colin simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "it was my brother who inherited the smooth talking."

"Do you know where this Alexa is?" Colin asked.

"She is currently being held in New Yorks Mental Asylum."

"Maybe I should pay her a visit."

"I don't know. We could be over reacting. Plus she's still pretty upset over the incident. I still have no idea whether to sympathize with her or hate her."

"Well, we must find out what happened to our brothers."

* * * * *

Colin left a few hours ago. The museum was completely closed up. Ramirez was walking out of the building.

"Good night, Dr. De Rosa," the night-shift security guard said.

"Night, Chris."

Upon walking outside, a limo pulled in front of the museum. The back window rolled down. Ramirez walked up to the vehicle.

"Are you Dr. De Rosa?" the woman, in the car, asked.


"Please hope in. We have a proposition for you."

"Who are you?"

"I am Miss Yutani, new C.E.O. of Weyland-Yutani Corporation."


"Yes, after Weyland died, I had majority of shares and I co-founded the company so the corporation's ownership went to me."

"You have proof?"

Yutani pulled out an identification card. It looked genuine. It was raining out so Ramirez decided to get a free ride. He stepped into the limo.

"Now what does a multi-billion dollar corporation want with me?"

"We wish to buy that artifact off of you."

"The Egyptian Container?"


"What do you want with it?"

"None of your business, but..."

Yutani pulled out a checkbook.

" will receive 50 million US dollars for it. More than enough to fund any future digs."

"Can I ask you something?"

"I guess."

"What happened on that Antarctic expedition? I mean really. I want to know what happened to my brother."

"They all died in an avalanche, happy?"

"You're lying. Forget about the check. This is my discovery. I'm not going to sell out!"

"I'm sorry you feel that way. Driver, pull over."

The limo slowed down, then stopped. Ramirez opened the door then stepped out. He turned around to see Yutani highly disturbed.

"Mark my words, Dr. De Rosa. We will gain possess of that Ancient Container."

Ramirez got out of the limo to see he was one block from his house. What hell is going on, he asked himself.

* * * * *

Ramirez sat in the coffee shop waiting for Colin. Colin walks in through the front door.

"I think we are on to something," Ramirez said.


"Yutani, the owner of Weyland-Yutani, came visited me last night."

"What did she want?"

"She wanted the Container. I asked him about Anarctica but he went on with his lies. For some reason, the Container is worth $50 million to the corporation."

"Jesus H. Christ," Collin yelled so loud that some people looked over to them.

"Did you take the money?"


"Good. This means there is something significant about that Container that Weyland-Yutani doesn't want us to know."

"No kidding, but what now from here."

"We need to visit Alexa Woods. I can't seem to find that female officer in seclusion. Alexa is our only way to find out what's going on."

"You know, I haven't asked, and sorry for being rude, but what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a private investigator."

"Oh, that explains a lot."

"Let's just hope that ETs don't get involved in this."

"Indeed," Ramirez replied sipping his coffee.

Three cops walk in through the front door of the coffee shop. Sergeant Walter was a man in his mid-thirties with dirty blonde hair. He had a scar across his left ear. The second cop, first-class private Agathe, was in her mid-twenties. She held her light brown hair in a ponytail. The third cop, a private Klaus, was in his early twenties and had red hair. He had faded freckles across his face.

"Fuck," Colin said, under his breath, while turning away in embarrassment.

"Well looky what we have here, boys," the sergeant said in an arrogant manner. "It's Lambert the disobedient cop."

"Excuse me?" Ramirez asked.

"Well Lambert here disobeyed orders to stay near the police cars during a police raid. He went in and screwed everything up. The perps got away and then he was stripped of his badge."

"Fuck you," Lambert said in a disgruntled tone.

"The infamous disobedient cop," another officer said.

"That's enough," the third cop said. "You both are supposed to lead an example of how people should act."

"Fine, private," the sarge replied.

Two of the cops went elsewhere.

"I don't think that you're a bad cop, Lambert," he said. "I'm Raoul Bremner. You saved my life in that raid. And it wasn't your fault that the drug dealers got away. They would have gotten away regardless. Chief just needed a scape goat."

"I know," Colin replied.

Raoul walked away.

"Drug bust?"

"Happened a couple years ago. Big operation, the undercover cops was discovered so I went in. I was the scape goat for that failed operation."

"I see. Well I'm off. I'm going to see what else I can find out about that Container."

"Alright. I'm going to meet Alexa tomorrow. Want to come?"

"Of course. I'm curious to how far this goes."

Words that he will later regret. Ramirez got up from the table and walked outside. Rain started coming down from the dark grey sky.

* * * * *

The moon was a third into the sky as Ramirez walked into the museum. Chris was at the counter reading a newspaper with his feet up.

"Another long night?" he asked.

"Yup," Ramirez replied. "How're things?"

"Good, good. Family's doing good. Another scorcher, eh?"

"Yeah, new record high. Damn, these summers are getting hotter."

"True, true."

"Well I'm going to be in isolation for several hours."

"'Kay. I'm going to be here going over the security network."

"Something wrong?"

"Something keeps tripping the silent alarm."

"You mean the ground lasers?"

"Yeah. When I check it out, there is nothing there. I think the lasers are just a bit more sensitive than usual tonight."


Ramirez took off his coat, then let it rest on his right shoulder. The museum was dimly lit. The only light in the museum ran down the marble floors as reflections. Ramirez approached his lab door. Just before his card key went through the security lock, he had a feeling of fear sweep through him. He turned around to see shadows and some stairs with a pillar on each side. He stared for a few seconds before seeing one of the shadows to sway a little. Ramirez quickly reached into his pocket to pull out his mini-flashlight. He looked down for a few seconds to get it. He looked up and turned on his flashlight.

There was nothing there. He walked over to the area. There was nothing there. His fear left him. He turned to the door, and opened it. He went inside his lab. Outside of the lab, on one of the pillars, a shadow hung there being as still as possible, just watching in silence.

* * * * *

Ramirez turned on some computers and lights. The Container was completely cleaned of any dust. The symbols were completely cleared. Ramirez put on a pair of magnifying glasses. He looked closely around the monster god hieroglyph. Around the hieroglyph were smaller hieroglyphs.

Ramirez went into deep thought while translating the hieroglyphs. Since he is unable to interpret the line symbols, he'll translate the hieroglyphs. This Container contains the seed of the mother. The mother that became the creator of the serpent gods. The serpent gods are in turn hunted by the hunters. The Hunter gods again save humanity from the serpent gods. If the serpents received too much power, the Hunters would in turn sacrifice themselves to stop them from spreading but using their great might. Sacrifices are required to fulfill our honour, our fate.

The hieroglyphs stopped there. "That didn't help too much," Ramirez said out loud. "Just more stories."

Ramirez held a 3-D scanner to the Container, and scanned in more images of the Container. Ram turned to his computer staring at the 3-D image.

"I just wish to know what is in you," Ramirez said becoming more anxious by the minute.

Ramirez stared closely at the image. His eyes come across on something of the line symbols. He zooms up on the lines. Around the symbols are minute crevasses. Upon examining the image, it appears that these symbols are actually buttons. Ramirez turns towards the Container. He slowly reached to push one of the symbols. His hand slowly glided over the first symbol. Ring! The phone rang loudly. Ramirez turned away from the Container and picked up the phone.


"Hey, Dr. De Rosa," Chris said. "Mind coming out here for a minute?"

"Can it wait?"

"No, not really. Pretty urgent."

Ram left the lab. He went back to the security desk. He sees two people, with ski masks on, pointing M14s at Chris. Ram felt something push against his back. "Don't try anything funny or else I shoot you in the back and my men will shoot your friend."

"What do you want?" Ram asked, in a tense voice.

"We require the Ancient Container," the robber, behind him, replied.

"Why do you want that?"

"Just get me to it!"

Ram leads the robber to the lab. He opens the door with his key card.

"Thank you kindly," he said.

Ram only remembers feeling pain in the back of his head before blacking out.