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Edwards was seated next to Sara in her brown station wagon. Where her slender frame sat elegantly in the drivers seat, Edwards wide muscular arms were crossed over a brawd chest that slumped in the passenger side. They were currently parked and had been parked in the same spot for over two hours.

Why was Sara teamed up with what had to be the most boring muscular man in the planet this after noon? Well They were both bond enforcement agents and they were working a case. Some idiot had skipped his day in court and now it was Sara, and Edwards job to drag them in. The problem was finding them.

The bond enforcement job wasn’t really all that bad. It allowed Sara to make her own schedule so she could still teach at PAX, and during long stakeouts, she graded papers. Speaking of witch there was a stack on the dash, Sara had forgotten about 30 minutes ago, when she’d put her cell phone on top of them as a paper weight.

Edwards shifted in his seat. His arms went from being crossed in front of his chest to resting behind his head. “Your cell phone is about to ring.” And without missing a beat it did.

Sara raised an illusionary eye brow in Edward’s direction before reaching forward and scooping the phone up. “And you tell me you’re not psychic.”

“I’m not.”

“Then how’d you know?”

Edwards shrugged. “The little red light for the power button flickered. I got my blood tested years ago to see if I was a mutant. I’m not. My powers are of observation.” Sara flipped open the phone and went straight to the text message where, even through her illusion of being human, her jaw tightened. Edwards immediately picked up on Sara’s facial cues. “What’s wrong?”

“An emergency has come up.” Sara reached forward and started playing with the radio of the old station wagon.

“Need help?”

“No. I’ll drop you off where ever you want but I have to go take care of something.” Sara found a news station and her heart froze as she listened to the report. The radio personality started repeating himself and she through her car into gear.

Sara did not have enough time to track down the jewelers shop. The more Sara looked at her watch, and the more she retraced her steps down the same blocks, the more she understood that she was about to be late. Then about to be late, turned into Fashionably late, and fashionably late turned into just plane late.

Sara thought she had things planned. She thought she knew where everything was, but when she left the hotel room that morning, and started following the directions that she had been given, they didn’t lead Sara to a jewelers shop. They got her lost, and her search for the shop, lead her on a be careful what you wish for trip, through the town, from Hell.

To start with, Sara had to keep herself hidden. This meant she traveled mostly by the roof tops, witch you would think, it would make things easier when she remembered the map Slate had given her. The problem was her positioning on the roofs made it harder for her to read streets. In fact most of the streets weren’t even marked if they had names.

Sara was dressed for the heat. Her tank top was a light orange that matched her fur, with black trim around the neck. The color was close to the color of the buildings she was traveling on, and it reflected the heat from the sun, rather than soaking it in. However, this still left Sara exposed to the heat of the sun, on top of the building. Where there were no shade or corners to hide and Sara had been baking for the better part of the day. If it wasn’t for her healing factor, feeding her excess energy, she would have probably dropped of heat exhaustion.

It was 6 before Sara climbed down from the building top, to rest in one of the rare narrow spaces between the buildings. Slate’s plane had been due to take off an hour ago. Sara was their single passenger, so it wasn’t like they would take off with out her. Being that their mission was delivering her to her mission. To return empty handed would make her look like an idiot, and it would be a waist of Slate’s resources. Sara would have to keep looking.

Sara dropped her bag, off of her shoulder, onto the ground. She was about to plop herself down next to it, when she saw something very strange around the edge of the building. It was long and flicked like the end of a snake’s tail, only it was covered in long blond fur. It was a tail! Someone else here had a tail, and they were walking away!

Sara’s own tail whipped back and forth as she got back up to her feet, and ran down the alley way, after this other mutant. She wasn’t normally a social creature, but this was important. Slate said the Jeweler shop owner had a daughter with a mutation. Maybe this tailed person knew them. Maybe this was the jeweler’s daughter. Slate hadn’t mentioned what her mutation was. “Hey! Wait up.” Sara yelled in English. Then repeated the equivalent of the fraise in the three different languages she’d heard while up above, on the roofs.

Sara skidded around the corner of the building, to find a dead end and no one standing there. She cursed to herself in Swahili, mumbling something about a crocodile’s hemorrhoids. So maybe this mutant went up. Sara sniffed at the air. Trying to pick up a sent but the only one she picked up smelled human. Not like it had fur. No scents lead up the sides of the buildings, and that left Sara by her self. Still lost, and still needing to make a delivery.

Speaking of deliveries, Sara mentally kicked herself for leaving her bag in the narrow space between the buildings around the corner. When she jogged back, she discovered a young boy bent over her open sack, rummaging threw the supplies between the tabloid, Johnny had given her, and the extra underwear, Sara had packed. He was just pulling out an extra set of throwing knifes, when Sara put her hands on her hips standing right behind him. “Finding anything interesting?”

The boy froze and looked over his shoulder, first at Sara’s feet, then slowly up. He couldn’t be older than 12. His skin was dark almond, his hair looked like someone used a bowl to cut it’s length. And his wide eyes were brown. His shirt was big enough that another one of himself could fit in it, and his shorts came down past knobby knees. Flip flop sandals looked like they did more flipping and flopping than protecting his feet from the sand. There was a white, stained candle stick to his right. “Bast!” The boy squeaked as his face turned as white as his candle, and the smudges of dirt became even more apparent.

Sara sighed. “No. Not Bast.” She said with a shake of her head. This made the boy’s body shake even more.

“Sakmet?”

Sara shook her head again. “Not Sakmet either.” She pointed her thumb at her chest. “Were.” She dropped her code name rather than giving her full one. So few people knew that anyways. Fewer connections. “And that bag, you’re running your hands threw, is mine.”

The boy knelt there, staring up at Sara. His fingers tightened around the handle of one of her throwing knives in her bag, and Sara gave her head a little shake.

He froze completely again, then let go. “I.. I swear I didn’t take anything.” He suddenly blurted out.

Sara knew the instant the words left his mouth, he was lying. “Empty your pockets.” She instructed.

He just sat there for a second or two before he ran hi hands through the pockets of his shorts. Out came a pack of gum. And then a coin purse Sara instantly recognized a her. She snatched it out of his hands, and counted her money. Two thirds of it was missing, so she held out her hand. “And the rest of this is where? Come on.”

“That’s all that was there!”

“Right.” Sara smirked. “Look kid. You’re talking to an expert thief here. I know exactly how much money I carry and about all the tricks and lies in the book.” She brandished the wallet under the child’s nose, Money I can get more of, but if there’s anything else missing, you and I will be taking a little walk.”

Quickly the feline went through her back pack. Checking off a mental list until her mental list came to the most important items of the mission, and no check came. The uncut diamonds, rubies and sapphires were missing… “There’s another pouch, that you need to remove from your pockets and give back.” Sara said simply. She held her hand out and waited.

The boy shook his head so fast his ears might as well of flapped. “No miss were. Miss Daughter of Bast. That was all. I swear.” The boy choked.

“You lied to me once.” Sara warned.

The boy shook his head again. Sara’s ears twitched as she heard his heart beat increase just before he suddenly pushed away from the wall. She reached out to grab him by the shoulder, just when he jumped. Then both of his feet slammed down on the candle stick that had been next to him.

All of a sudden the buildings around Sara spun. It was like someone threw an invisible net with fine mesh around her entire body, and was pulling her with a Semi truck. Her feet flipped out from under her and she was falling to the ground but before she hit, the boy and her were sucked into the wick end of the candle stick. There was a flash of light, and the buildings around them disappeared.

“It’s better that you went to Canada with us. Raina needed it if nothing else.” Sara reached out where Luke had spoke to find his shoulder and give him a light squeeze. “The man didn’t give a time or place he just bad mouthed you in front of some news cameras. You could probably look it up on you tube or something.”

Sara’s eyes blinked over the liquid golden iris. The slits of her eyes were still too thin to look like they were even there. “It’s a stupid challenge you shouldn’t have to deal with.” Sara said. Plus it was too dangerous. He made too dangerous with the explosives. As it was Sara had done some healing that night, thanks to him. Sara wasn’t completely happy with her friends going after normal criminals. Herself included in one or two cases, but Staff wasn’t in the normal criminal category.

“Look, don’t go looking for him. He doesn’t know a thing about you other than the fact you have a feline friend that just happens to know you as Vector and can kick his butt if he puts a toe too close your way.” Sara just gave away that she’d gotten herself involved there. but she didn’t really care. Staff or what ever his name was didn’t know enough to do anything.

Sara wasn’t used to it, but she had found the mansion very hospitable. She’d not only been fed, but clothed in the grey training sweatpants and zip up hoodies. Meaning Sara didn’t have to wander the halls in a paper gown from the infirmary, with the tail side open for all to see. Sara had personalized her sweats by leaving the shirt open to a black tank top, and her pants had needed a hope punched in the seat for her tail’s comfort. Add a long cane, curtasy of Luke, and Sara’s mansion ensemble had been complete.

Sara smelled the food just before the knock came, and Ryuichi called through the door. Witch made her head tilt to the side. She hadn’t been expecting company. “Come on in.” Sara said as she hopped off of her bed and hastelly started shoving her duffle bag under her bed, then moved to a desk that was in the corner of the room, and pulled it away from the wall so she could sit on her bed, and Ryuichi could take the chair.

If Sara hadn’t been in this room for the last few days, she wouldn’t be able to move about the room so easily. She’d spend hours just memorizing the location of the furniture and the room’s dynamics, to get used to it. Luke had been right. She was starting to adjust. Being blind was like living in a giant dark room. If you remembered where thing were in your head, you didn’t have to see them. “This should make a decent table. What do you think?” Sara asked. Her head facing a completely different direction from where Koga stood. Her liquid amber eyes just looked like golden gem stones. The pupils were still so contracted you could hardly see the slits.

Egypt became a relief. It meant land.

Sara was all too happy to get off of the plane. Slate had arranged for Sara to stay at a hotel room for the two nights. By the hour that she’d landed, it was already 3 hours into the next morning, in Egypt. Sara’s stomach wasn’t ready for solid food, so dinner was the last subject Sara would to take care of before settling in.

The nine fingered flight attendant helped Sara gather her things and ushered her off of the plane. A cab waited for her on the air strip. Sara dropped her single backpack on the seat and the driver asked her a question and it sounded like his words ran together. Sara figured she was more tired than she thought, because she looked back up at the driver, staring at his eyes in his rear view mirror. The man had olive colored skin. Sara believed he’d been told about Sara’s looks because he wasn’t just freaking out, but all that was coming out of his mouth was gibberish.

Sara gave herself a mental head slap as she remembered she hadn’t started using one of the Gem stones yet. She immediately faked a cough. Making like she needed a cough drop before waving her hand, and digging through her backpack till she found the pouch containing the un-cut gems. She dry gultched one just as her driver was repeating his question.

“Where to?”

Wow. The sensation of instantly knowing the language was an odd one. It was as if she was about to talk English, but she was aware of the differences in the dialect the driver spoke. Slate’s paper work, that Sara had memorized, was instantly translated in her head, and she gave the name of the hotel.

The man nodded, staring at her in the rearview mirror. Sara heard the car turn over and they started moving off into the night, away from the plane, away from the little baggies Sara had spent the plane ride, filling, and away from the connections to Slate’s company. Sara was officially on her own, on an adventure that was proving to be boring.

The driver didn’t start a conversation with Sara and Sara welcomed the silence. Most of the time his eyes were on the road, but he repeatedly checked his rearview mirror as if Sara was about to turn purple. The world outside the car turned from the flat landing strip to beaten roads surrounded by sand, and sparse patches of dried grass. Then as if summoned out of no where, there were buildings and tents. Blocking Sara’s line of sight.

When the cab shuttered to a stop, they were in front of Sara’s hotel. Sara took her bag, paid the driver, and ducked inside the hotel where she rummaged through her pockets for the key, as she made her way to her room.

The room was small. The bare essentials. A bed, a night stand, with an English bible showing exactly how Americanized the hotel had become, and a window. The view was decent. At her elevated room, she could make out the buildings that made mazes out of the streets. The structures were an odd mix of ancient looking dwellings, and new-ish buildings with light trim against dark backgrounds. They were clustered together as if the builders had spared no space. Then when you thought the buildings would keep going, they ended, and there was an ocean of sand that glistened like water, in the light of the moon. Sara could just make out the point of a Pyramid, like an island.

It was a pity Sara’s mission wasn’t going to take her there. Actually the mission wasn’t going to allow her to do any sight seeing. She was going to have enough time to rest, do her job, eat, and get back on the plane where she would most likely loose what she’d eaten again. At the age of 24 this was the first time, to Sara’s knowledge that she had been out side of the USA. The fact that this time, resting in the hotel room, was the time she will of spent here, Sara found daunting. Not because she feared the plane ride back that would happen in less than two days, but because she felt like she would be missing something.

Part of her wished she asked Slate for just one more day. Even though she knew as a commissioned employee, it wasn’t her right to ask, and based on Slate’s circumstances he would have most likely said no. Because the plans for this mission were for business and protection. Not so a cat can go see a new world.

She fell asleep leaning against the window sill.

Sara was down on her knees and her ribs were heaving. She spat on the ground and tasted blood from some internal injury that was healing way too slowly. She hadn’t even realized the fence had fallen on her, till she tried to push up and discovered that the weight of the chain links and the barbed wire was more than she thought it had been a few days ago when she had seen it, but she could still get free by her self.

Sara swallowed down the claustrophobia that had tried to fight it’s way to the front of her mind, and pushed one hand up against the fence. Shoving the wires up off of her head, then scooting herself back wards on the ground as she tried to find her way out.

"You really are blind aren't you?"

“Oh Gee. Haven’t you heard long canes are the latest fission accessories? No s*** Sherlock. I cant see.” No, mocking the magnetic mademoiselle was not the smartest thing to do in the world but it wasn’t in Sara’s nature to just let people walk all over her.

"What'd you do to deserve this one? Piss off a psychic?"

“Nope. Insulted an x-cop. Then his gun went off, pointed in the general direction called my head.”