“You are familiar, I am sure, with the Army of Anubis?”
Blakely couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The Magi might as well have said Santa Claus. ”... Most people believe that the Army has not existed for a thousand years. But, I tell you, they still exist. You have even had trouble with them in Cairo. They call themselves the Darkness these days.”
At least now Blakely was on the same page. The group had been responsible for some intimidation and theft in downtown Cairo.
”... You’re telling me that a group that fought for Anubis is now running about Cairo stealing little trinkets?”
“Hard as that is to believe, yes. However, you do not have to take my word for it, Lieutenant. There is coming a reason for you to believe, as I do, that the Army is a threat.”
“How is that, Rameses of Jordan?” The title seemed awkward to Blakely.
“The Army is planning a raid on downtown Cairo. There will be random shooting involved.”
Blakely leaned forward slowly.
“You have my full attention.”