Upon hearing his real name Devin was pulled from his journal and back into the reality of his little adventure had a plus one he hadn't planned or wanted. "You were the kind of girl who beat up the guy he liked in the playground weren't you?" The question was rhetorical, but he let it hang before moving the conversation to more constructive parts.

"Marco Polo admitted to traveling to Alexandria in his letters to his brother who was at the time one of the five members of the Vatican Public Policy Pontificates." Devin had been aware enough to remember the woman had said she was out of her element with Marco Polo so he went into more detail. "They were in charge of protecting the public from what the church deemed harmful or dangerous. For the most part they just used their power to squish  out anti-church groups, but sometimes they actually got something right. The letters have Marco writing to his brother that the object was received and would be contained."

Devin looked back and saw that the vehicle did indeed have government plates. "Makes sense that Kipling would have some pull here." He muttered before continuing. "The letters are real." Devin said before the woman could bring up the fact that the letters were often a myth that many people including those in the church who admit many of Marco Polo's papers, maps, and personal journals were destroyed. "The church, under orders of Marco's brother, were burnt as soon as he returned, but copies were made during Polo's time in China." The taxi took a hard right and some of Devin's things started to spill out including the compass he used earlier. "Stop the car." Devin said as he started picking his things up. He also took his passport back. 

"Get me to the airport and I will tell you the rest. You are right Kipling isn't the kind to enjoy letting odd ends stay loose, but you step out of this car with me you aren't a loose end you are an unknown. You are already one to me and that is fine. I am really just a puppy looking for the perfect place to be, but with Kipling you are a target. Get out, find the police and you are clean a clear." Devin realized this wasn't much of a warning or an invitation, but it was what he said and he stuck with it. The taxi stopped and before he even had enough time to count the cash thrown at him Devin was out the door and making his way through the crowd of tourists. One hand on his compass and the other on the bit of metal casing around a bullet.