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Tiffany Bastow (Hkakabo Razi Mountain)
The ruined temple stood on an isolated frozen ice covered peak on the side of Burma's highest mountain, Hkakabo Razi. This massive mountain stood at a height of 19,295 ft in an outlying subrange of the Greater Himalayan mountain system.
To reach this temple Tiffany or Tiff to her friends, had hiked through Hkakabo Razi National Park. The park was entirely mountainous and characterized by broad-leaved evergreen rain forest at lower altitudes, then a broad-leaved, semi-deciduous forest higher up and finally needle-leaved evergreen and snow forest. Above 11,000 feet where Tiff was at now, the highest forest zone was alpine, different not only in kind from the forest, but different in history and origin.
The small wooden bridge Tiff had been crossing hung over a gorge called Preta Death (or hungry death). Tiff knew with complete certainty that it was about to live up to its name.
400 feet below her flailing, free kicking feet was a series of sharp, jagged ice covered rocks. The plunge into it was going to break her neck and her lovely body. She might even be lucky enough to get impaled on a sharp rock, so she would not have to slowly freeze or bleed to death.
Above her, the nylon climbing rope was as tight as a gallows rope. Her grip on that rope was keeping her from an instant plunge into the deep gorge and rocks below. How much long could she hold on? A minute maybe less. Anyone else might consider just letting go and falling with grace to their death. But Tiffany Bastow! No fucking way.
She was a total adrenaline junky and she loved the buzz of near death experiences. The only response that fit Tiff’s character was to fight.
Tiff was breathing hard. Sweat was trying to form on her face, but it froze quickly giving her a kind of frosted ache. She looked up at the bridge trying to see her guide. The man she thought was her friend after traveling 14 days with him. However, he was the one that had pushed her off the bridge, so again she had trusted a man and got burned.
“Gonpo, get your ass over here, and pull me up!” Tiff yelled.
Gonpo face appeared on the bridge above her. “So Sorry” He said with a sad smile on his face. “No can do. But I get one last look at your big tits!”
“Gonpo, you fucking asshole. Who paid you to kill me? WHO!!” Tiff yelled. As her grip started to slip.
Gonpo took out his climbing knife and knelt down. He grabbed the rope and started saw back and forth with the knife to cut the rope. Tiff had to do something quick. She had an idea. She pulled up on the remaining rope hanging below her with her free hand. But she needed more time, she wasn’t going to make it.
“Gonpo, I'll double whatever they paid you. DOUBLE!” She yelled.
Gonpo stopped cutting the rope. He stood up and got on his satellite phone. Tiff could not hear what he was saying. She actually did not care. She pulled up the remaining rope and tied a knot in it using her teeth and her free hand. Then she threw the rope over the isolated peak where the Temple was located. The rope caught in a rocky crevasse.
“Sorry Tiff, they matched your offer.” Gonpo state in a factual way and finished sawing through the nylon rope. The rope snapped like a thick broke branch. Tiff would have plunged to her death, but instead she swung over to the temple side of the gorge and smacked in the stone and ice side. The impact was stunning and almost knocked the wind from her. She grunted in pain as she lost her grip on the rope and slide down. She managed to grab a large rock pentacle that caused her to swing behind it and stopped her fall. Gonpo could no longer see her.
She could let go of the rock now and stand on a small ledge at the base of the temple. “Fuck” Tiff said as she looked at her badly cut hand. The nylon rope had cut through her glove and into her hand, there was blood all over her glove. “I’m going to kill that asshole!” She said. She worked her way around the base of the temple. Her glove covered hands felt something on the wall of the temple in the snow. A small opened on the backside of temple. A window or more likely a chute of some kind. She pushed the snow out of it and climbed in. It was a small space, but just big enough for her to fit. It was very dark, but there was a little bit of light ahead. She crawled up the chute and into an ancient holding tank. It was an septic tank.
“You’re in the shit now” Tiff joked. There was light and fresh air coming from the holes above her. She jumped up and grabbed the sides of the hole. She pulled herself up. She was literally climbing out of an ancient toilet.
“Well that is one for my memoir!’ She said to herself and headed down the passageway. The temple she was in, was built to honor one of the great Nats or spirits worshipped in Burma/Myanmar people in conjunction with Buddhism. Nats according to legend were human beings who met violent deaths. This Temple was in honor of the great nat which served Min Mahagiri (Lord of the Great Mountain). There were stories that the temple contained a golden head piece encrusted in jewels. The finder of this head piece would be famous throughout the archeological world.
Tiff had researched Professor Howard’s notes on the subject, the old English explorer who had come through this area in 1890. The professor was certain the head piece was hidden behind temple altar. He had even worked out a way to open the door to the hidden room.
Tiff rounded a corner and heard Gonpo’s voice. She quickly stepped back before being seen. “It is this way, Monica” Gonpo voice said as the voice got closer.
“Monica Belucci!!” Tiff gasped, it had to be her. Tiff quickly moved in the opposite direction after a few twists and turned she found the large ornate altar. It was right from Professor Howards notes. She looked at the locking mechanism and smiled. “He figured it out. He was such a smarty pants!” She whispered to herself and pressed the button sequence from the notes. The door unlocked. She went in. It was a large room held up by pillars in the middle was a rock platform. On the platform was the golden head piece of Min Mahagiri. It was in perfect condiction from the cold temperature. An amazing find.
But before she could do anything she heard footsteps approaching. She ducked behind a pillar and waited. Gonpo and a woman walked into the room. Tiff knew the walk, the saunter, the arrogant stride. It was Monica Belucci!
Tiff had to admit the woman was stunning. Despite the cold and the heavy fur coat Monica was still staggeringly beautiful. She looked like a cover girl out of Vogue. Actually she used to be a cover model when she was younger. Now Monica was a treasure hunter like Tiff.
Monica Belucci was a very good treasure hunter. She was good because she was utterly, murderously, ruthless!!
Tiff watched as Monica walked over to the golden head piece and lifted it in her hands triumphantly.
“Oops, Monica. That is actually mine. I was here first.” Tiff said as she stepped out from behind the pillar. She raised her trademark colt .45 handgun and pointed it at Monica.
To the woman’s credit, Monica did not even blink an eye. “Tiffany Bastow still alive. Amazing” She said. “Perhaps, I can offer you a deal?” She said with a smile like she was asking Tiff to the opera.
“Alive, despite your best efforts. No deal. Hand it over, or I’ll shoot.” Tiff said.
“No, I’m afraid not.” Monica said. Tiff felt a gun barrel being pressed to the side of her head. Tiff should have realized Monica would also have a guide, to help her up the mountain. Monica’s guide was the one pressing the gun to her head.
“Shit” Tiff said in frustration and tossed her colt .45 down. Her hand on top of her head as she was brought forward to Monica.
“I win! Tiff.” Monica said in Tiff’s face. Then she packed the golden artifact into her backpack. As she finished she pulled out a hand gun and with no warning fired it into Gonpo’s chest.
“Ahh why??” Gonpo gasped as he held his chest leaning over.
“You failed me and you are too expensive” Monica told him. Gonpo fell to the floor dead.
Then she turned to her guide. “No witnesses, understand” The guide nodded.
“Bye Tiffany… TATA” Monica said laughing as she strode out of the room.
“Walk that way” The guide told Tiff.
Tiff did as he asked. As they walked down the temple corridors Tiff said “You know why Ms. Belucci killed Gonpo. She did not want to pay him.” Tiff said.
“Shut up” The guide said.
“She is going to kill you too, right after you kill me. I’d be careful, if I was you” Tiff suggested. They made it to the Temple main gate. The guide ordered Tiff to the edge of the bridge so after he shot her, she fall to her death in the deep gorge below. But Tiff warning had worked. The guide glanced around to make sure no one was going to kill him right after he shot her. It gave Tiff just enough time to pull out one of her climbing piton and throw it at the guide. The metal spike hit the man right in the throat. Blood sprayed out of his neck as Tiff ducked and rolled. She did not need to, because the guide had dropped his gun and lay dying on the frozen ground.
Tiff got up and said firmly “I fucking hate Monica Belucci”
Three years later, Tiffany Bastow (Bastow Manor)
Tiff was at her home, Bastow Manor, reading the journal of “Don Juan Espaina” a Conquistador from the 1600’s. She was wearing her blue jeans and a tank top when James, her butler, stepped into her reading room.
“There is a gentleman here to see you, Ms. Bastow” He announced formally.
“Fine… I’ll be there in a minute!” Tiff said as she put down the book. “It was just getting to the good part!” She moaned in disappointment. She headed to the front door waiting area, wondering who it could be. As she turned the corner she saw who it was. It was a man she would have never guessed would be at her house. She was shocked and surprised. She stood a bit straighter and asked him “What the FUCK do you want?”
The ruined temple stood on an isolated frozen ice covered peak on the side of Burma's highest mountain, Hkakabo Razi. This massive mountain stood at a height of 19,295 ft in an outlying subrange of the Greater Himalayan mountain system.
To reach this temple Tiffany or Tiff to her friends, had hiked through Hkakabo Razi National Park. The park was entirely mountainous and characterized by broad-leaved evergreen rain forest at lower altitudes, then a broad-leaved, semi-deciduous forest higher up and finally needle-leaved evergreen and snow forest. Above 11,000 feet where Tiff was at now, the highest forest zone was alpine, different not only in kind from the forest, but different in history and origin.
The small wooden bridge Tiff had been crossing hung over a gorge called Preta Death (or hungry death). Tiff knew with complete certainty that it was about to live up to its name.
400 feet below her flailing, free kicking feet was a series of sharp, jagged ice covered rocks. The plunge into it was going to break her neck and her lovely body. She might even be lucky enough to get impaled on a sharp rock, so she would not have to slowly freeze or bleed to death.
Above her, the nylon climbing rope was as tight as a gallows rope. Her grip on that rope was keeping her from an instant plunge into the deep gorge and rocks below. How much long could she hold on? A minute maybe less. Anyone else might consider just letting go and falling with grace to their death. But Tiffany Bastow! No fucking way.
She was a total adrenaline junky and she loved the buzz of near death experiences. The only response that fit Tiff’s character was to fight.
Tiff was breathing hard. Sweat was trying to form on her face, but it froze quickly giving her a kind of frosted ache. She looked up at the bridge trying to see her guide. The man she thought was her friend after traveling 14 days with him. However, he was the one that had pushed her off the bridge, so again she had trusted a man and got burned.
“Gonpo, get your ass over here, and pull me up!” Tiff yelled.
Gonpo face appeared on the bridge above her. “So Sorry” He said with a sad smile on his face. “No can do. But I get one last look at your big tits!”
“Gonpo, you fucking asshole. Who paid you to kill me? WHO!!” Tiff yelled. As her grip started to slip.
Gonpo took out his climbing knife and knelt down. He grabbed the rope and started saw back and forth with the knife to cut the rope. Tiff had to do something quick. She had an idea. She pulled up on the remaining rope hanging below her with her free hand. But she needed more time, she wasn’t going to make it.
“Gonpo, I'll double whatever they paid you. DOUBLE!” She yelled.
Gonpo stopped cutting the rope. He stood up and got on his satellite phone. Tiff could not hear what he was saying. She actually did not care. She pulled up the remaining rope and tied a knot in it using her teeth and her free hand. Then she threw the rope over the isolated peak where the Temple was located. The rope caught in a rocky crevasse.
“Sorry Tiff, they matched your offer.” Gonpo state in a factual way and finished sawing through the nylon rope. The rope snapped like a thick broke branch. Tiff would have plunged to her death, but instead she swung over to the temple side of the gorge and smacked in the stone and ice side. The impact was stunning and almost knocked the wind from her. She grunted in pain as she lost her grip on the rope and slide down. She managed to grab a large rock pentacle that caused her to swing behind it and stopped her fall. Gonpo could no longer see her.
She could let go of the rock now and stand on a small ledge at the base of the temple. “Fuck” Tiff said as she looked at her badly cut hand. The nylon rope had cut through her glove and into her hand, there was blood all over her glove. “I’m going to kill that asshole!” She said. She worked her way around the base of the temple. Her glove covered hands felt something on the wall of the temple in the snow. A small opened on the backside of temple. A window or more likely a chute of some kind. She pushed the snow out of it and climbed in. It was a small space, but just big enough for her to fit. It was very dark, but there was a little bit of light ahead. She crawled up the chute and into an ancient holding tank. It was an septic tank.
“You’re in the shit now” Tiff joked. There was light and fresh air coming from the holes above her. She jumped up and grabbed the sides of the hole. She pulled herself up. She was literally climbing out of an ancient toilet.
“Well that is one for my memoir!’ She said to herself and headed down the passageway. The temple she was in, was built to honor one of the great Nats or spirits worshipped in Burma/Myanmar people in conjunction with Buddhism. Nats according to legend were human beings who met violent deaths. This Temple was in honor of the great nat which served Min Mahagiri (Lord of the Great Mountain). There were stories that the temple contained a golden head piece encrusted in jewels. The finder of this head piece would be famous throughout the archeological world.
Tiff had researched Professor Howard’s notes on the subject, the old English explorer who had come through this area in 1890. The professor was certain the head piece was hidden behind temple altar. He had even worked out a way to open the door to the hidden room.
Tiff rounded a corner and heard Gonpo’s voice. She quickly stepped back before being seen. “It is this way, Monica” Gonpo voice said as the voice got closer.
“Monica Belucci!!” Tiff gasped, it had to be her. Tiff quickly moved in the opposite direction after a few twists and turned she found the large ornate altar. It was right from Professor Howards notes. She looked at the locking mechanism and smiled. “He figured it out. He was such a smarty pants!” She whispered to herself and pressed the button sequence from the notes. The door unlocked. She went in. It was a large room held up by pillars in the middle was a rock platform. On the platform was the golden head piece of Min Mahagiri. It was in perfect condiction from the cold temperature. An amazing find.
But before she could do anything she heard footsteps approaching. She ducked behind a pillar and waited. Gonpo and a woman walked into the room. Tiff knew the walk, the saunter, the arrogant stride. It was Monica Belucci!
Tiff had to admit the woman was stunning. Despite the cold and the heavy fur coat Monica was still staggeringly beautiful. She looked like a cover girl out of Vogue. Actually she used to be a cover model when she was younger. Now Monica was a treasure hunter like Tiff.
Monica Belucci was a very good treasure hunter. She was good because she was utterly, murderously, ruthless!!
Tiff watched as Monica walked over to the golden head piece and lifted it in her hands triumphantly.
“Oops, Monica. That is actually mine. I was here first.” Tiff said as she stepped out from behind the pillar. She raised her trademark colt .45 handgun and pointed it at Monica.
To the woman’s credit, Monica did not even blink an eye. “Tiffany Bastow still alive. Amazing” She said. “Perhaps, I can offer you a deal?” She said with a smile like she was asking Tiff to the opera.
“Alive, despite your best efforts. No deal. Hand it over, or I’ll shoot.” Tiff said.
“No, I’m afraid not.” Monica said. Tiff felt a gun barrel being pressed to the side of her head. Tiff should have realized Monica would also have a guide, to help her up the mountain. Monica’s guide was the one pressing the gun to her head.
“Shit” Tiff said in frustration and tossed her colt .45 down. Her hand on top of her head as she was brought forward to Monica.
“I win! Tiff.” Monica said in Tiff’s face. Then she packed the golden artifact into her backpack. As she finished she pulled out a hand gun and with no warning fired it into Gonpo’s chest.
“Ahh why??” Gonpo gasped as he held his chest leaning over.
“You failed me and you are too expensive” Monica told him. Gonpo fell to the floor dead.
Then she turned to her guide. “No witnesses, understand” The guide nodded.
“Bye Tiffany… TATA” Monica said laughing as she strode out of the room.
“Walk that way” The guide told Tiff.
Tiff did as he asked. As they walked down the temple corridors Tiff said “You know why Ms. Belucci killed Gonpo. She did not want to pay him.” Tiff said.
“Shut up” The guide said.
“She is going to kill you too, right after you kill me. I’d be careful, if I was you” Tiff suggested. They made it to the Temple main gate. The guide ordered Tiff to the edge of the bridge so after he shot her, she fall to her death in the deep gorge below. But Tiff warning had worked. The guide glanced around to make sure no one was going to kill him right after he shot her. It gave Tiff just enough time to pull out one of her climbing piton and throw it at the guide. The metal spike hit the man right in the throat. Blood sprayed out of his neck as Tiff ducked and rolled. She did not need to, because the guide had dropped his gun and lay dying on the frozen ground.
Tiff got up and said firmly “I fucking hate Monica Belucci”
Three years later, Tiffany Bastow (Bastow Manor)
Tiff was at her home, Bastow Manor, reading the journal of “Don Juan Espaina” a Conquistador from the 1600’s. She was wearing her blue jeans and a tank top when James, her butler, stepped into her reading room.
“There is a gentleman here to see you, Ms. Bastow” He announced formally.
“Fine… I’ll be there in a minute!” Tiff said as she put down the book. “It was just getting to the good part!” She moaned in disappointment. She headed to the front door waiting area, wondering who it could be. As she turned the corner she saw who it was. It was a man she would have never guessed would be at her house. She was shocked and surprised. She stood a bit straighter and asked him “What the FUCK do you want?”
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