i_digmummies (i_digmummies) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-02-04 08:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia peabody, john watson |
Out of Egypt (open to anyone on the street)
Something was wrong. The voices of the people outside Sheapard's were gone. So were the sounds of anything else. No people, animals, carriages. None of the usual bustling activity Cairo played home to.
Amelia opened her eyes to find herself in a strange, dimly lit room. Only moments before, she'd been on the terrace enjoying a cup of tea, and now she was in what appeared to be a hotel room, though it was almost too friendly to be a hotel. It had all the evidence of being some sort of apartment. She looked around quickly, relieved to discover she was alone. That was unlikely to last long, so she knew she had to hurry.
No doubt this was the work of that genius of crime, the Master Criminal. He must have drugged her tea! Only Sethos would be so bold as to kidnap her in broad daylight. She wondered how he managed to bring her here. There really was no accounting for his cunning, and after his recent confessions toward a certain regard he held for Amelia, it was not inconceivable that he would try again. Emerson had interrupted them the last time.