Dr West was a fighter, despite the weight of her womb she was still conscious. She had Lotfi's revolver but the mechanics of it meant that she couldn't imagine blowing her brains out with this clunky piece of metal. She was afraid, what would these children be? Amy could feel her belly alive with more movement then she could manage. The pharaoh's babies were moving around like cats trapped in a bag.
The skin was going to burst, she knew that, just like Julian Caesar they would have to cut her open to get the babies out. But would her guides allow her children to live? They were now far enough developed that her life was now immaterial. She rung the bell for Lotfi.
He came in with his rifle loaded what he saw was a woman who was dwarfed by a belly that was the size of two camel humps. Her once toned, golden skin was marred with stretch marks, ugly purple bruises. Her watermelon sized breasts, even lying down with her arms flung above her head, rested on her belly like torpedoes.
"Innahah" she gasped in Arabic.
Lotfi nodded and left. He gave the instructions the guides lined up with their rifles and in a disorganized fashion they opened fire. Bullets tore into the tent, Amy had a heart attack just after her last words, making a zip noise as they sped at the speed of sound, their muzzles flashes and the air was filled with dirty, gritty gun smoke.
The tent collapsed onto the late doctor as her body was torn apart. Mercifully the fabric of the tent covered her like a funeral shroud. They then doused the body with gasoline and burned her remains. The bullets in the revolver caught fire and started to shoot off into the desert sky.
Lotfi vowed to Allah that the curse of the Merneptah would never rise again. With emotion he and Jabal went into the tomb and, upon seeing the now fully smiling face of the pharaoh he took his revolver and emptied six .45 bullets into his face. Reloading he riddled the rest of the corpse before burning.