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MARC WALKED AROUND CAIRO. HE wore a black cap over his dark curls, hoping that it would keep his face hidden from Arthur Harrow and his followers. Knowing he couldn't have them following. Not ever but especially not now. Plus, it helped to keep the wound on the side of his head hidden from curious eyes.
He felt guilt when he noticed the missed calls from Venus on Steven's phone. The couple of messages she sent targeted towards Marc himself, telling him that he shouldn't do any of this alone. That her and Layla were more than ready to help if he just told them what he was doing and where he was. But instead, Marc simply threw the phone out. Not wanting Layla to track it.
He knew that no matter what he wasn't about to let either one of the women get involved in this mess.
In his mess.
He walked up to a man selling juice, "I'll take one," He told him.
The man turning around to face him, nodding as he began to pour the juice, "Perfect, one, sir. Best juice ever in the world."
Marc glanced around before taking a step closer to the man, his voice low as he stated, "I'm lookin' for Senfu's sarcophagus."
The man stopped pouring the drink. Looking up at Marc with slightly widened eyes, "Senfu?"
The man didn't say anything. He didn't even pass Marc the juice. Instead, he simply began to walk away. Marc watching him back off with furrowed brows. He was about to follow the man, not understanding why his reaction was that when suddenly he felt something rub against his leg.
He looked down, spotting a ginger kitten. Unlike the other cats he had seen around Cairo, this one didn't seem to be homeless. It didn't look malnourished. The fur seemed clean, the cat looked healthy, it looked like it had been well taken care of. He spotted the familiar looking green collar around its neck and suddenly fear entered his heart.
He looked up, away from the cat, his eyes scanning the area before they landed on a couple of woman standing not too far behind him. Both of them holding bags filled with some iced tea in them and matching smirks on their lips. Two women he didn't expect nor want to see in Egypt.
He felt his jaw tighten as they walked up towards him. Clearly amused by the annoyance on his face, "Venus, Layla what the hell are you two doin' here? You shouldn't be here."
"Why?" Layla questioned, shrugging, "Because my name pisses off a few people in Cairo? Who cares?" She scoffed.
"It's not the locals that I'm worried about," Marc told her. His eyes suddenly looking away from both of the women. Spotting Khonshu standing up on a building not far from them. Looking down at them. He swallowed hard before turning his attention to Venus. Fear striking his heart at her getting hurt.
