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| Yes and the moon is made of green cheese, too, Jonathan thought. No wonder Rick was graying at the temples. It was a wonder his blood pressure wasn't over the moon! With a look of grim determination on his face, he snapped at Jonathan and Ardeth, "Let's do it!" "Bring them back safe, Sweetheart," Evie whispered in his ear, as she kissed him. "Right after I tear up some ass! Count on it, Hon!" Three hours later as the sun beat down from overhead, there was still no sign of Alex or Kit. Rick's temper had not cooled. If anything, it was worse. "Damn! Where are they?" "If we split up, ahi, we can cover more ground," Ardeth told him watching the street. "Yeah. Okay. Now if I was their age, where would I go?" "Chances are Alex is following Kit. Maybe, so he can come back and tell you where he went," Jonathan offered hopefully, as he wiped the sweat from his eyes. "Yeah and maybe he's just taggin' along," Rick groaned, knowing his son all too well. "That sounds more like it and that means they could already be out of the city, cause Alex knows the way!" He scanned the surrounding area and his eyes widened. "Jon! Check the house! They might be there! I don't know why I didn't think of it before! If you find them, keep 'em there, even if you have to lock Kit in a damned closet! Right now I don't care, just do what you have to do!" Jon nodded and took off running, headed for the home that had once been his and Evie's parents. "Ardeth? You got and 'friends' in town?" "Not unless the Med-Jai are in the marketplace getting supplies, but I know of someone who may know." "Good. Go check. I'll meet you at Castor's, in the marketplace about one. If I'm not there wait for me!" he said, turning and started to sprint off. "Where are you going?" Ardeth called out. "To check the back streets! That's where I'd be if I didn't want to be seen. One o'clock, Ardeth! One o'clock!" Ardeth watched his turn a corner and then he headed for the British Museum. His contact Momar El Fadhas would know if the Med-Jai were in town today. Someone would have checked in with him. ~*~*~*~*~ "Kit, wait up!" Alex called, trying to keep up. Kit stopped and turned so quickly that Alex plowed right into him. "Look! I told you ten times already, GO...BACK...TO..THE...BOAT! What part of that don't you understand?" "But you need me for cripes sake! How else are you gonna get around?" "On two feet!" he ground out. Alex just folded his arms and smirked. "Yeah, well who's gonna show you where everything is smart guy? YOU NEED ME!" "Yeah," he mumbled. "Like Europe needed the plague." "Face it I know where everything is. YOU NEED ME!" "Wanna bet, old buddy?" Alex, not to be deterred, grinned at him. "Oh yeah? "Where's the British Museum?" "It's on the north side of Midan el Tahrir." "That's a lucky guess. What's the best place to eat?" "The Paradise Oasis and it's the most expensive. Castor's is the cheapest, but the food's still good. It's in the marketplace, next to Sahibs, a junk dealer, who sells cheap homemade artifacts, he makes in a one room hut behind his stall. The best place to get a drink is a French place called Bordeaux's, unless you like cheap bathtub hotch, then you can head for the Kasbah over on Sharia el Nil. Let's see what else? If you were older and looking for more 'manly' entertainment, you could go to the Golden Genie on Aswan down in the Old Quarter. But what they sell there Buster, you can't buy till you're old enough to shave! NOW WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?" "You've been here before!" Alex accused with wide eyes. "Duh Sherlock, ya think?" What was your first clue?" "You could have said something." Kit shook his head and threw both hands in the air. "GO...BACK...TO...YOUR...FOLKS! I don't need a side kick, Tonto! It's dangerous out here!" He adjusted the shoulder strap on his pack and glared at Alex who continued to watch him. "GO HOME SQUIRT! If I want to be followed, I'll buy a dog!" "What will you do when you find him?" Alex asked quietly. "Skarzinski I mean." "Kit sighed and looked away, feeling the painful lump form in his throat. "Never you mind. Just go on and go back to your family now, okay?" "They're your family too, Kit." Kit shook his head. 'Nope! You're wrong Sport. My family's dead. I don't want any more! They're too easy to loose. And where I'm goin', I don't need that kinda baggage. They would only end up like mine. Cannon fodder. Oh and tell your Mom not to worry, I'll take good care of Skarzinski for her and Grandpa with his busted wing." "His name is Uncle Jon. He's your UNCLE too, just like my Dad is your UNCLE." "Don't need one Alex. Definitely don't need two, old buddy. Don't need an Aunt or a Med-Jai or you for that matter. I work alone! That way I only depend on the three of us. ME, MYSELF and I! NOW GO HOME, KID! Bet it! Amscray! Chow! Fare thee well! Adieu! Adios! Cheerio! Keep a stiff upper lip and all that shit! Catch ya in the Sunday Funnies! Don't let the door knob hit ya where God split ya! Just make like horse shit and hit the trail, Tonto!" he smirked at the wide eyed kid. Kit waved a final farewell and turned right into Rick's waiting arms! "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOIN',LONE RANGER?" "SHIT!" "DAD!" "Rick's blue eyes snapped at his son and Alex knew he was in deep trouble, that only an act of God could get him out of. "You are grounded for life, Buddy! You'll be ninety-five and still eatin' dinner in your room!" "And you'll be ninety-five and still won't be able to find your nuts!" Before Rick could say, "Huh?", Kit introduced his knee to Rick's groin. Rick bent double, his face turning white, then five shades of green, as he went to his knees and rolled on his side. Alex was by Rick's side in a heartbeat, as he glared up at Kit, who was slowly backing away. "Bloody bastard! I hate you! I hate you!" |