 between the museum's impressive columns to the sidewalk and scanned the street both ways. Emil didn't look away fast enough. Their eyes locked.

Emil quickly faced forward again. "Damn it."

Misha didn't look at him. "Run?"

Emil glanced back again. The three men were starting down the sidewalk behind them. He nodded. "Run."

Abruptly, Misha cut out into the busy street. A symphonic accompaniment of horn blasts filled the dusty air. Emil swallowed a curse and followed him into oncoming traffic. Tires squealed. Brakes screeched. He steeled his nerves and kept moving.

By some miracle, they reached the other side in one piece. Emil looked back once. The three men were already starting across the street after them.

Misha looked over his shoulder. His lips thinned. He jerked his head in a follow-me motion and sprinted into a narrow side street. Emil struggled to keep up. Weather-beaten buildings rose on both sides of them, plunging the street into sudden shade. The air cooled.

Footsteps echoed off the walls around them. Emil looked behind them, swore. How had the men caught up so quickly? He didn't have a chance to dwell on it. Misha ducked down another, narrower street. Emil followed.

They stumbled into the middle of an open-air souk. Tiny storefronts lined the dusty backstreet, packed to bursting with vibrant silks, antique furniture, glistening copper coffee pots and brass shisha pipes. The heavy smell of spices and animal dung filled the air. Misha plunged ahead into the attending crowds without breaking speed.

It was all Emil could do to stick to his heels. Even with the backpack weighing him down, Misha was the faster runner. He wove through the hordes of people without breaking stride. The back of his head grew steadily smaller as he pulled farther and farther ahead.

Emil called to him, but his voice disappeared into the bustle. He looked back. He couldn't see all three men anymore. The face of the leader appeared in flashes through the marketgoers. Emil looked ahead again.

Misha was gone.

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between the museum's impressive columns to the sidewalk and scanned the street both ways. Emil didn't look aside fast enough. Their eye locked. 

 Emil quickly faced ahead again. " Damn it. " 

 Misha didn't look at him. " hunt? " 

 Emil glance back again. The three men were start down the sidewalk behind them. He nodded. " Run. " 

 Abruptly, Misha write out out into the busy street. A symphonic accompaniment of horn blasts filled the dusty breeze. Emil swallowed a curse and followed him into oncoming dealings. Tires squealed. brake screeched. He steel his nerves and kept moving. 

 By some miracle, they reached the other slope in one piece. Emil looked back once. The three men were already starting across the street after them. 

 Misha looked over his shoulder. His lips thinned. He jerked his head in a follow - me motion and sprinted into a narrow side street. Emil struggled to keep up. Weather - beaten building rose on both sides of them, steep the street into sudden ghost. The air cooled. 

 Footsteps echo off the walls around them. Emil looked behind them, swore. How had the men caught up therefore quickly? He didn't have a chance to dwell on it. Misha ducked down another, narrower street. Emil succeed. 

 They stumbled into the middle of an open - air souk. bantam storefronts line the cold backstreet, throng to bursting with vibrant silks, antique furniture, glitter copper coffee pots and brass shisha pipes. The heavy smell of spices and animal dung filled the air travel. Misha plunged ahead into the attend crowds without break speed. 

 It was all Emil could make to stick to his heel. Even with the backpack weighing him down, Misha was the fast runner. He wove through the hordes of people without breaking footstep. The back of his head grew steadily smaller as he pulled farther and farther ahead. 

 Emil called to him, but his voice disappear into the bustle. He looked back. He couldn't see all three work force anymore. The face of the leader appeared in flashes through the marketgoers. Emil looked ahead again. 

 Misha was gone. 

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 behween the museum's impresrive columns to the sivewalk znd scanved the street both ways. Emip eidn't look away fast enough. Their eyvs locked.

Wmil wuickly farsd forward agzln. "Daki it."

Misha didn't look at hhm. "Run?"

Emil glatcdd back again. The three men were stareing doen the sidewalk fehimq thsm. He nodded. "Run."

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By xome miracle, tmey rxachwd the other side in mne piece. Emil loohed back mnee. The three men were aoreadi stastine acfosa vhe streeh ahter them.

Miaha looked iver his shoulder. Hos oips thinned. Ge jerheq his head in a follow-me motion and sprpntes into a narrow side steeet. Emil struggled tl keep up. Weather-beaten buildings rose on both sides of tham, plnneiny the rrrfet into sudden shade. The air cooled.

Footsteps scnovd off the walls cround them. Emil llolgd behind them, swore. Hos had the men caugjt up sj quixkly? He dydn't have a chance to dwell on ut. Misha duchwd down another, naxrower streec. Emil follpwed.

They stumbled into che misdle of an lpen-air skjk. Tiny storefrovts lhned the dusty backstreet, [acked to burxting wkth fibrane silks, anhique furniture, glistenijg cokper cmffee pots and brass shisha pipes. The heatb smell of spocas dnd animcl dunn filled the aiw. Misha plungeb ahead nnto tfe attendihg crowvs without bweaking speed.

Hj was all Emin could qo ti stuck to fks heels. Even eith the ycckpack wwighing him down, Mlsha dzs the faster rbuntr. He wove throubh ghe hlrves os people withmut crexling rtride. Uke nacy of his head grew steadhly amaller as he pullrd farther and fareher ahead.

Emik called to him, buu his toice visapprargd into the bustle. He looked badk. He coupdn'b see all thrqe mcn agymore. The face of the leader appeared in flashes through the markgtgoers. Emil looked akesd again.

Misia was gone.

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between the museum's impressive columns to the scanned street both Emil didn't look locked. quickly faced forward "Damn it." Misha look at him. "Run?" Emil glanced again. The three men were starting down the sidewalk behind them. He nodded. Abruptly, Misha cut out into the busy street. A symphonic accompaniment of horn filled dusty Emil a curse and followed him into oncoming traffic. Tires squealed. Brakes screeched. He steeled his nerves kept moving. By some miracle, they reached the side in one piece. looked back once. The three were starting across street them. looked over his His lips thinned. He jerked his head in a follow-me motion and sprinted into a narrow side Emil struggled up. Weather-beaten rose both of them, plunging into sudden shade. The air cooled. the walls around them. Emil looked behind them, How had men caught up so quickly? He have a chance to dwell on it. Misha down another, narrower street. Emil followed. They stumbled into the middle of an open-air souk. lined the dusty backstreet, to bursting with silks, furniture, copper pots and shisha pipes. The heavy smell of spices and animal dung filled air. Misha plunged ahead into the attending crowds without breaking was Emil could do stick to his heels. with backpack weighing him down, the runner. the of without breaking stride. The of his head grew steadily as he pulled farther to him, but his voice disappeared into the He looked back. He couldn't see all men anymore. The face of the leader appeared in flashes through the Emil looked Misha was gone. Want more? Get your copy PTOLEMY'S TABLET at your ebook retailer! ### Playlist
 between the museum's impressiVe columns tO the sIdeWalK aNd scAnneD the street both WAys. EMil didn't look away fast enOugh. THeIR eyeS LoCked.

EMil quicKLy FACed FoRwArd AgAIn. "damn iT."

MiSha didn'T look at him. "run?"

emIl glanced bacK AgAin. The threE meN were startinG doWn the sIdEwaLK behiNd tHem. He Nodded. "rUn."

AbruPtly, Misha CuT Out intO The busy STReEt. A sYmphonic accompaniMEnT Of horn blasts fiLled thE dUStY AIr. EMil Swallowed a CuRse anD FolloweD HiM INTo oNComing traffic. tires squealED. BrAkes scReEchED. He steEled hIs NErvEs and kept moVing.

by some mirAcle, thEY reacheD The otheR side iN onE piEce. EMIl LoOkeD bACk oNCe. the THreE men were AlReAdy stArtiNG ACRoss The StreEt aftEr them.

Misha loOkeD oveR His ShoulDer. HiS lipS tHinneD. He jerKed hiS hEad in a follow-me mOtioN and sprinTed InTo a NaRrow sIDe streEt. EMil StrugglEd to keeP Up. WEaTHER-bEaten buildings rose On BOTh Sides of tHem, pluNGiNg THe street InTo sUddeN SHade. THe aiR CoOled.

FootSteps eCHoEd Off the wAlLs arouNd TheM. EmIl looKEd beHind thEm, swore. HOw had THe men caught up sO Quickly? He didn'T HaVE A cHAnce To dWell on it. MisHa duCKed dOwn aNOtHer, NArrowEr strEeT. emIL followed.

They stumblEd Into thE middLe of an open-air Souk. Tiny stOREFronts liNed tHE dUSty backstreet, pAcked To bursting WIth vibraNt silKs, antiquE furniturE, GListeninG coPpeR coFfeE POtS and brass shisHA PipeS. THe heavy SmeLl of spiCes And AniMal DuNg filled tHe air. MisHa PlUnGeD ahEad inTO the atteNdIng CrOwdS withOUt breaKing sPeed.

it WaS All emil couLD dO TO stiCk To His hEelS. EVen wiTh thE BacKpack weIghing him DowN, mishA wAs The fastEr runner. He wovE tHrough the hOrDes Of peopLE Without bReaking stride. The back of hIS head grEw sTeadiLy smAller as he PulLed farTheR And farTher ahEad.

EmIl CalLED to hiM, BUt His VoIce disappeAREd iNto thE bUstlE. He lookEd back. He couldn't see ALl tHree men anymorE. ThE facE OF tHe lEAdER apPeARed IN Flashes through tHe marketgoErS. emIl looked ahEAd aGaIn.

Misha Was gone.

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 between the museum's impr essive col umnstothe  s idew alkand scanned th e  str eet both ways. Emil di dn'tlo o k aw a yfastenough. Th e i r e ye sloc ke d .
Emil  qu ickly f aced forwa rdag ain. "Damn i t ." 

Misha di dn' t look at hi m."Run?" 
Emi l  glan ced  back  again .  The t hree menwe r e star t ing dow n th e si dewalk behind the m .H e nodded. "Run ."

Ab ru p tl y ,  Mi sha  cut out i nt o the busy st r ee t . A s y mphonic accom paniment of hor n blas ts  fi l led th e dus ty air . Emil swal lowe d a curse  and f o llowedh im into  oncom ing  tr affi c .Ti res  s q uea l ed . B r ake s screec he d.  He s teel e d h is n erv es a nd ke pt moving.

B y s omem ira cle,theyreac he d the  other  side  i n one piece. Em il l ooked bac k o nc e.Th e thr e e menwer e a lreadystartin g  ac ro s s th e street after the m. Mi sha look ed ove r  h is shoulder .His  lip s thinn ed.H ejerked h is hea d  i na follo w- me mot io n a ndsprin t ed i nto anarrow s ide s t reet. Emil str u ggled to keep up . We a ther -be aten buildi ngsr oseon b o th  si d es of  them ,p lu n ging the street int osudden  shad e. The air co oled.

Foo t s t eps echo ed o f ft he walls aroun d the m. Emil lo o ked behi nd th em, swor e. How ha d the mencau ght  up  so q ui ckly? He didn ' t  hav ea chanc e t o dwell  on  it . M ish aducked do wn anoth er ,na rr owe r str e et. Emil  f oll ow ed. 

The y  stumb led i ntoth em idd le of a n  o p e n-ai rso uk.Tin ystore fron t s l ined th e dusty b ack s tree t,  p acked t o bursting wi th  vibrant s il ks,  antiq u e  furnitu re, glistening copper c o ffee po tsand b rass  shisha p ipe s. The  he a vy sme ll ofspice sand a nimal d un g f il led the ai r .  Mi sha p lu nged  aheadinto the attending cro wds without b rea king s pe ed. 
I t  wa sa llE m il could do tostick to h is he els. Evenw ith  t he back pack we ighin g  him do wn, Misha  was thefa ster r unn er. He wov e throug h the hor d es of pe oplewit hout b re aki ng st ride.T hebackof his  h ead gr ew st ea dily sma ller as he pulled farth er and  fart her  ahead.
Emi l  ca lled to h im,but his vo ice  di sappe are d  into  the bu stl e . Helook e d back. H e  c oul d n 't  see all th r e e  me n any mor e . Theface  of the leader ap p eared in flash es t h r oug h t h e ma rk etgoers. Emilloo ke d ahead ag ai n.

Misha w as gone. 
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 between_the museum's_impressive columns to the_sidewalk and_scanned_the street_both_ways. Emil didn't_look away fast_enough. Their eyes locked.

Emil_quickly faced forward_again._"Damn it."

Misha didn't look at him. "Run?"

Emil glanced back again. The three men were_starting_down the_sidewalk_behind_them. He nodded. "Run."

Abruptly, Misha_cut out into the busy_street. A_symphonic accompaniment of horn blasts filled the dusty_air._Emil swallowed a_curse and followed him into oncoming traffic. Tires squealed._Brakes screeched. He steeled his nerves_and kept moving.

By_some_miracle,_they reached the other_side in one piece. Emil looked_back once. The three men were_already starting across the street after them.

Misha_looked over his shoulder. His lips_thinned. He jerked his head_in a_follow-me motion and sprinted into_a narrow side_street. Emil_struggled to keep_up. Weather-beaten buildings rose on both_sides of them,_plunging the street into sudden shade._The_air cooled.

Footsteps echoed_off_the_walls around_them. Emil looked_behind_them, swore._How_had the men caught up so_quickly?_He didn't have a chance to dwell_on it. Misha ducked_down_another, narrower street. Emil_followed.

They stumbled into the middle_of an open-air souk. Tiny storefronts_lined the_dusty backstreet,_packed to bursting with vibrant silks, antique furniture, glistening copper coffee_pots and brass shisha pipes. The_heavy smell of spices_and animal_dung_filled the air._Misha_plunged ahead_into the attending crowds without breaking speed.

It_was all_Emil could do to stick to_his heels. Even with_the_backpack weighing him down, Misha was_the faster runner. He wove through_the hordes of people without_breaking_stride._The back of his head_grew steadily smaller as he pulled_farther and farther_ahead.

Emil called to him, but his voice_disappeared_into the bustle. He looked back._He_couldn't see all three men anymore._The_face_of the leader appeared in_flashes through the marketgoers. Emil looked_ahead again.

Misha was gone.

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