The tale of a thief.
Nylah, an Arabian girl who steals to make an ends meet, until one day she makes a deal with two american men to go on a cross country journey all for one million dollars.
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April 2nd, 2001
"Where are we?" I inquired. It has been almost four weeks and we were approaching a small town of mud houses. Ajmer was leading in front of us followed by Nylah then Richards and then I.
"Ajmer says we are close to western Sahara." I heard Nylah inform, "we are at a small town in Mauritania."
We stopped at the small town for essentials. Ajmer fed his camels while we moved around the little market. The dust blew around the market like a clear, cool wind only this time it was dusty and dry.
After a few minutes, we headed back to where Ajmer was waiting; a few distance away from the market
Nylah turned around and handed me something that looked like a flat bread. "What's that?"
"Pita." She answered and broke a piece of it and handed it to me. It wasn't bad, it was actually good, like eating tortillas. I savored the dry taste of it but that was when Richards tapped my shoulder, "Bryan."
I turned around to face him; his eyebrows where furrowed and his eyes were set on a person. I looked to where his eyes where only to find-
"Franklin?" I inquired as he approached closer.
"Hello my Friend." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. Something was wrong.
"What are you doing here?" Richards asked. Franklin was accompanied by three buff men who looked like goons. I thought he wasn't coming but for some reason, I wasn't particularly happy he was here.
"Why are you here-how did you even get here?" I questioned.
"There is a thing called a plane, Bryan." He added, his voice was suddenly hard and in a grave tone, "and I'm here for the girl." I frowned and I could sense Nylah tense. Before I knew it, she drew out a small dagger.
"That wouldn't be necessary." Franklin looked at her in an unimpressed look.
"What's going on?" Richards looked baffled at what he had said and the goons approached closer to us. In a swift motion, one of them had already tied Nylah's behind her back and grabbed the dagger from her palm and before we knew it we where tied down.
Nylah cursed in Arabic, her grey eyes where dilated and seemed grayer than usual. It was no use for her to curse at Franklin since he didn't understand Arabic but that thought went down the drain when he said something that was similar to the Nylah's mother tongue.
My eyes widened. He didn't understand Arabic -at least I thought he didn't.
Richards growled, "what do you want from us Franklin? I thought you weren't interested in the map,"
Richards chuckled and squatted down at his level, "things change, old man." He got up and clasps his palms together, "now. Where are we heading to?"
"We." I sneered at him, "are heading to Bermuda triangle." He looked at me like he was trying to figure out if I was being sarcastic or not and I really hope he did so that he'd be afraid and chicken out.
"Well, okay. Why?"
"What do you want Franklin? Why are you doing this."
He rolled his eyes and scoffed like he was not believing what he was about to do next, "well a long time ago, I was nothing. My parents where nothing, I was nothing until I saw the staff of Ra -on a newspaper of course, I knew it would save me from poverty. I was ten by then, I met you a year later we became friends my life became significantly better. I eventually, forgot about the staff, that's until you told me about it, look, who knows how much a museum will pau for the staff and sinceI know nothing about historic artifacts, let's make a bargain. You help me retrieve my staff and you'll go home. Unharmed, possibly alive."
"I'd rather you kill us." I spoke out.
And the Richards objected, "I have a life to live, Bryan." Nylah agreed, "me too."
"Fine." I said, "kill me." Richards humorlessly chuckled, "I'm sorry old friend, you're the brains of this operation, I can't have you die." His added, "Nylah, here is the key, a literal walking map."
His eyes darted to Richards, "I could kill him since he's virtually useless."
Without knowing what to do I agreed to Franklin's request. At least if we were to die, he'll will go down with us.
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