From the safety of a dense thicket Quasimo sent the drone aloft to join the stream passing near the Temple. The surroundings thereabouts were too exclusive and affluent for us to wander around.
The pictures sent back were inconclusive. The cages on the grounds all held animals – no sign of Mawuli.
Ordering the others to remain, Elijah and I, walked up to the Temple.
Ignored at first, that all changed when a passerby recognized Elijah and ran from us raising a hue and cry.
Stan’s image materialized at the gate and announced that the one we sought was now with his army and would do a good service for him.
Guards tried to seize us but we were whisked away.
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