/> They emerged from the tunnel into what looked and felt like noon light. After the darkness and relative quiet of the sub-terranean passages, the city was -overwhelming.
The first thing that hit Spyder was the heat, then the din of car horns and the heavy reek of exhaust fumes. They had emerged from a storage room in the back of a small open-air caf where bearded men in long while garments sipped mint tea and smoked unfiltered Winstons.
Spyder had a hard time focussing on individual objects in the dazzling light. Shrike looped her arm through his and they followed Primo through narrow, unfamiliar back streets that smelled equally of raw sewage and cumin. Shielding his eyes with his free hand, Spyder was able to focus better and realized that the reason he couldnt read the signs on the shops was that they werent in English, or even Roman letters.
"Where are we?" he asked, knowing it violated his promise not to speak, but not caring.
"Alexandria," said Primo. "The Medina. The old city. "
"How far are we from Madame Cinders?" asked Shrike.
"Very close. Just a few blocks, maam. "
Spyder had always wanted to go to Egypt, though hed always imagined going there by a more conventional means. Still, he told himself, he was there with a cute girl on his arm and a guide who knew his way around. For being utterly lost and nearly crazy from confusion and fear, it could have been worse.
They turned a corner and were surrounded by the ruins of a burial and temple complex that looked as if it were left over from the time of the Pharaohs. Sandstone blocks the size of SUVs lay at odd angles amidst a litter of columns and statues of animal-headed gods. Silent children watched them from the to
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