Zahra was dead. At least, she should have been if it weren't for an Egyptian Goddess deciding she didn't deserve to die so young. Yet, Zahra had no memories of the time before becoming an Avatar and it seemed that a trip to a familiar place was soon...
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The sound of motorbikes roared through the streets of London as Layla and Zahra tracked the phone of Marc Spector. Zahra had never been to London, from what she could gather, and was trusting Layla to help navigate her through the streets. London roads were nothing like the ones Zahra had ridden down in Egypt.
"Marc, it's actually you," Layla gasped.
Zahra looked at 'Marc' with a titled head. She didn't get the feeling that this person really understood the name at all and the last time Zahra checked, people understood their own names. Layla took Steven on the back of her bike while Zahra tried to process the fact this man was meant to be her husband.
"What the hell is going on? Is this Steven the latest fake identity for you?" Layla demanded.
"How did you find me?"
"How do you think? I tracked your phone," Layla replied. "I thought you wanted me to do that when you turned it on."
"Right. Yeah." 'Marc' muttered.
"You know, you really could have given me any sign that you were alive. I thought that you were in danger, or kidnapped again. I just kept thinking, 'He's got the suit. He's fine.' Then, I thought, 'Well, what if he gets ambushed when he's not wearing it?' And 'What if he doesn't have it?'" Layla rambled."And... Stop clasping my shoulder like that."
"I don't know where to hold. Feels like riding with a Victorian duchess. Where do I hang on?" 'Mac' questioned.
"Do you see the spiral you put me through? It's not okay, yeah? You lied to me by the way, when you said that Zahra was dead. She's not. How could you just leave your wife like that? By the way, this would be a great time for you to say something. Anything. Just in case it's not clear."
"Sorry, sorry... Did you say wife? I'm married?"
"Look, I'm pretty sure we lost whoever was chasing you. Just drop the act."
"It's not an act. I—"
"Stop with the accent, please!" Layla replied.
"He can't just change his accent if he's British," Zahra commented as she pulled up next to them on her own bike. "What a stupid statement."
'Marc' nodded. "Yes! This is how I talk."
"Okay, uh," Layla prepared to pull over. "Get off the bike."
"No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Please!" Steven...or marc?...pleaded." Please, I will tell you everything, just get me to my flat, yeah? Just get me home."
Zahra was getting incredibly frustrated with the feeling of being dragged around the world when she was supposed to be doing her job of protecting people. Even if Nephthys wanted her to find Khonshu's avatar, she didn't need Layla's help.
