Author: * Omar Djari -
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Date: Apr 25, 2005 - 06:53
As Djari was about to enter the lift he saw Narmer leave the hotel by the front entrance, then a shadow-like figure followed him out the front door.
Humm...thought Djari I had better see what this is about. There was a stake-out at the Narmer Mansion in the Garden District. Just a few of the [regulars] were keeping a round the clock watch on the place.
Little cat, you had better stay here. This may be a long walk.
Djari headed out the door, and the little black cat followed him.
As he drew closer to the shodow-figure ahead of him, he noticed that it seemed to dissapear. He drew back and was able to see it again right behind Nessime Narmer.
Djari had grown up in this neighborhood of beautiful mansions in an oasis setting. His father had been a noted Cairo banker. As
a young boy he had watched the mansion where Narmer now appeared to reside being built. It had always had a mysterious quality for him.
Here was a beautiful home and garden that always seemed to remaine empty. He could see several horse drawn wagons lined in front of the house. Narmer went in, and the figure that he tailed went to the front wagon and sat next to the driver.
Darkness had descended on the quiet elagant street. As the wagons pulled away from the crurb, Djari jumped on the back of the fith and last one. The little black cat jumped up beside him. Dijari patted the small animal, but thought that she should have stayed back at the hotel.
As the small caravan of heavy ladden wagons rolled out of town Omar Djari, the 'Private Eye of Ra' had no idea where this was heading. I need to find out what they are shipping and where it is going thought Djari to himself. It looks like large hunks of stone under here thought the little cat. Djari and the little black cat were two beings who could read each others minds.
The wagons left the town and headed toward the desert. We will have to see what develops little friend.
The sun had set and it was a night of many stars. They rumbled silently along in the moonlight, and were grateful for the cover of darness.
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