"Know who Kulta is?" he asked. Johnny nodded. "This is his tomb," said Malcolm. "We're going in for the body." "There's treasure or something?" asked Johnny. Malcolm laughed. "You'll be well paid," he said. "You can take what you can carry if there's anything in there, but we're not going after any gold or nothing." "We're not?" Malcolm shook his head. "The Man wants Kulta himself." "The corpse?" Johnny was unable to hide his scepticism, but Malcolm nodded. "Alnitak wants the skull of Kulta. That's the deal." "Alnitak's here?" Johnny whispered. He glanced back at the Sherman lander and wondered if the towering form of Alnitak was sitting in the cockpit right now, his feet resting on the instrument panel, munching on tortilla chips and watching through the window. " "No," said Malcolm. "Alnitak's... around. He'll contact me when I bring home the bacon." Malcolm saw the look on Johnny's face and smiled. "Guess you're excited about that," he added. "You have no idea," said Johnny. So this was all some kind of antiques roadshow for a mad crime lord.
