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The Last Pharaoh 17this story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 3633 words) [17/20] show all parts

Author: Will Buster
Added: Aug 24 2007Views / Reads: 279 / 230 [82%]Part vote: 10.00 (2 votes)
Amin recounts an unpleasant personal story to Alanda. 14th century Venice left it's mark. They have an unexpected and unwelcome visitor the next morning.
 


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The Last Pharaoh 17 By Will Buster

Amin picked up a few wine glasses and poured himself and Alanda a stiff drink and returned to their soiled bed. He reclined beside her in a half sitting, half lying position while they sipped from the warming Scotch. Then Amin got into his story.

"I know you probably are wondering what happened on my lunch break the day I suddenly left Boston. Well this guy who claimed to be a CIA man accosted me at my table while I was quietly eating my food. He proceeded to show me some credentials and considering the fact that I have never seen CIA credentials before, I had no way of determining if they were genuine or not. Then this total stranger tells me he doesn't need a warrant to basically arrest me. He mentioned something about the Patriot act but I just sat there continuing to eat my food. Then this thug lunges at me and well, my reflexes took right over. You must understand that my instincts to avoid danger are exceptional after centuries of living in a variety of settings. My hand moved faster than my mind and a split second later, the steak knife was lodged in the man's chest.

Before you ask the question, yes I used the scarab on him. You see, he still had a revolver and the knife wound was not fatal. Not only that but if I had permitted him to live, he would have called more men to the scene and I would have been arrested for nothing. After Venice, I ...

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