Arabian Thief

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"You are not dead?" Nylah inquired, her voice was hoarse from lack of water. She was beginning to regret not taking up Franklin's offer for water. But because of her stubbornness and pride, she refused it.

Before her was a vast wasteland with endless dunes of sand, although there was a little civilians roaming here and there, the place seemed eerily quiet.

"I wish I was right now." She heard the young man murmur under his breath. The ropes were cut from their wrist and there was no point in trying to escape since the place was basically deserted.

Suddenly, A jeep stopped beside them, Franklin approached the trio and addressed them in Arabic, "get in."
"You know, it would be nice if you'd address us in English. The language we all understand." Richards said.

He cocked his head in a condescend manner, "well, you have the girl to translate don't you?"
With that, Franklin entered the passenger seat of the jeep; one of his goons was in the drivers seat.

Without a word, Nylah climbed and sat at the boot and so did the old man and Bryan.
Two buffy men sat with them with a stony expression on their faces.
Within a minute, the engine roared to life and they began their unknown journey.

"We need to get out." Bryan muttered to Nylah.
She pulled the knife she hid in her vest and flashed it to Bryan without gaining the attention of the two men.

She placed her index finger on her lip. She had a plan she normally used to get out of trouble with her mother. Hopefully, it would work. With that in mind, she quietly told them the plan.

"Franklin, I need to pee pee." She told the man in Arabic, and from the corner of her eye, she could see Bryan giving her a nod.

"You've not drunk water for the past twenty-four hours or so, how do you need to use the washroom Nylah?" Franklin inquired, his eyes were lingering with hers through the rearview mirror.

He was smart. Too smart. But Nylah was quick to respond, "blood."

"Blood?" The man inquired, his face scrunch in disgust, "can't you hold it in?"

She felt insulted. She folded her arms, "You foolish man, how do you suppose I hold in blood coming from my-"

"That's enough." Franklin sighed in exasperation, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Buck, stop the car."

He came out of the car and so did Nylah.
"Do what you have to do." Franklin said in English, his face was brightly pink.
She turn around to face endless of desert sand, she looked back at him, "I don't understand."

"Do what you have to do." He snapped and averted his eyes, his face was flushed, and Nylah couldn't help but chuckle.

He growled. Soon, she was fully laughing but suddenly her face became serious, "Run!"
She pulled her dagger and stabbed Franklin's chest.

Bryan pulled out the guns Nylah handed to them and threatened the three goons who without resistance came of the car. She hopped back on the car ignoring the cries of agony from Franklin. With that, they sped of.

"I can't believed that worked." The old man laughed.

Nylah smiled in pride, the memory flashing through her.

Nylah quickly grabbed one of the goons large wrist with an excuse that she wanted to check the time.
But he mocked, "do you even know how to read?"

She felt a huge pain in her chest but Franklin said sharply, "don't mock the girl."
The goon said, "sorry boss."
Without the goon noticing, she swiped away the gun that was lying besides him.
Nylah switched seats with Bryan to get closer to the other goon. Within minutes she stole the gun and quietly handed them to the old man and Bryan.

From there was where their plan started.

Nylah shook her head from her reverie.
"We are almost close." Bryan said.

Very close. She thought.

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