"We need to run," she said and started towards the Sphinx, not sure if Sir William would be there or not but having no idea what else to do.
"No," gasped the pilot. He pulled away and looked at her. Half a head taller, he had short black hair, brown eyes and a vicious-looking gash down the left side of his face. "The temple is our only hope."
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