Ransack!

It's taken weeks of crawling through endless jungles but you finally made it. Nearby is a Mayan pyramid (or maybe Incan, you could never be bothered to clarify). And inside awaits a priceless skull carved from the largest emerald in the world. You'll leave your camp this morning a back-alley amateur archeologist. But you'll soon return with the skull and, assuming you can sneak it out of this god-forsaken country, your buyer back home will pay handsomely enough that you'll never have to work another day in your life.

But the last leg of your journey won't be easy. The superstitious claim that the pyramid is haunted and the experts say that it's cunningly booby-trapped. Others say it's both.

Damn Mayans. Or Incans. Or maybe even Aztecs? You really should have read more.