The man who was hunched over the ancient table didn't move an inch when the door to the front of his shop slammed open.

"Mendias, ah have another job for you."

The man at the desk slowly looked up and regarded his customer evenly. "You don't sound to be in the happiest of moods, Mr. LeBeau." He picked up a pair of glasses and slipped them on. "Don't tell me it was because of your purchase from me?"

Jean-Luc LeBeau scowled at the younger man as he walked towards the table.. "'Course not. Worked like a charm just like y' said it would. It was the rest of de job that didn't go down so good." He pulled a crumpled up piece of paper out of his pocked and tossed it across the table. "You evah see one of 'dese before?"

Mendias picked up the paper and studied it carefully. "It looks to be Egyptian....yes, I have," he nodded.

"Well? Can ya make up anotha one of youah mastahpieces for me?" LeBeau smiled crookedly.

Mendias pulled a worn notebook out of his desk drawer and began to write up the order. "Do I want to know why you need this item copied, or is it perhaps best not to ask?"

Jean Luc shrugged. "'Don't mind tellin' ya. Actually the boys are rather proud dey came up with dis one. One of da Rippers' family a big time antique collector. We gonna sell him dis through one of our friends in de auctionin' business. If he buys it as much as Remy and de X-men bought that coin you gave me, we be in very big business, no?"

Mendias finished writing up the order and nodded at Jean Luc. "Come back next week, LeBeau, and you'll have your priceless artifact."

Jean Luc bowed. "You one in a million, Mr. Mendias," he grinned, then turned and walked out of the store.

Mendias chuckled to himself as he tore out the page from the notebook and dropped it into a basket on his desk. "Indeed, Mr. LeBeau, as I can say for you as well. A fool you may be, but you played your part most excellently." Mendias took a large book from the bottom of the pile on his desk and gingerly opened it. "Now that the X-Men believe the coin is a fake, I very much doubt they will investigate any more artifacts with his visage upon them." He touched an old print in the front of the book, a drawing of an ancient Egyptian landscape, reverently. "Now it will be as it should have been all those years ago, my dearest friend. We will rule not just a fragment of time, but all of time, together."