Washington D.C. Just after 4 p.m.
"You talk to Artie?" Pete said, licking his fingers as he finished the bag of cookies.
Myka rolled her eyes. "Is is possible for us to have an adult conversation that doesn't involve crumbs flying all over my suit?"
Pete shook his head. "No. Now what did you find out?"
Myka tapped the Farnsworth. "Artie says we're on our own."
"You're kidding." Pete tried hard to keep the irritation out of his voice. It was one thing to send them off on a wild goose chase--the element of surprise could be fun. But Artie was the Warehouse's resident codebreaker. This was right up his alley, and Pete suspected it was a test of their abilities for Artie to deny his help.
"Right?" Myka pulled out the file again and began reading. "The sculpture comprises four large copper plates with other elements made of red and green granite, white quartz, and petrified wood..." she scanned the file, turning pages. "The last part of the puzzle has to do with King Tut's tomb."
"Walk like an Egyptian," Pete sang. He looked at Myka's disbelieving face. "No?"
She ignored him. "Let's talk to the kid and see what he knows. We may be taking a trip to Ancient Egypt."