The chaos of the Grand Bazaar was the perfect smoke screen. If anyone tried to followed Devin they would be hard pressed to make their way through the sea of tourists. Every language of the world was being used to describe the long standing market. Once the center of all things traded from the far east to the far west the Grand Bazaar was now one of the largest tourists attractions in all of Istanbul. People came to buy the classic trophies and souvenirs such as rugs, hookah pipes, and  swords. Through the clutter and mess plenty of novelty graphic t-shirts could be seen waterfalling from the top of the shops walls.

It was only by luck of a moment of silence that Devin heard the directions ordered by the woman in the museum. Up ahead he saw the place where she was describing. The  bottu shop was clearly marked by the giant sculpture of Vishnu the god of destruction in the Hindu religion. Slightly off in the largely muslim heavy market, but popular amongst many tourists who were flocking the store front. Up ahead Devin saw a familiar face and wasn’t happy about it. “Miggy you look terrible!” He said just before the man punched him in the face.

“You damn snake Matthew!” The man said with his fist going up for another swing. He never delivered it as Devin recovered and kicked him in the chest. 

“You really need to work on that handshake Miggy. People are going to start thinking you might be a rude fella.” Devin then ducked as one of Miggys cohorts came around for a tackle. Ready for this he grabbed the man’s arm and twisted till he fell into a nearby table and crashed out of the way. “Seems you are running with a bad crowd. Best do what I  did and hit the trail solo.” Devin then turned right at the store and was quickly met by the woman who he saw take a short kick to one of the guys. 

“At this point I think we might be best to split from here. You wouldn’t happen to have an exit from here? He then saw several people who were likely more security. “Time to disappear.” Devin then grabbed the woman and pulled her into a shop. He then looked at the store owner and quickly spoke in arabic. “Soyunma odası lütfen.” The two were then lead towards the back and showed two changing rooms. “Teşekkür ederim” Devin said.

Before anyone came into the shop Devin grabbed two t-shirts and some other horrendous tourist clothes and threw them towards the woman. “Time to put on a disguise.” Only way we are getting out is through the cover of the crowd. He then began changing in the room and throwing on the shirt and sunglasses. It wasn’t a full makeover but people would have to look twice unless they really knew Devin. 

“So any thoughts on how to mingle with the crowd...?” Devin at this point decided it was time to learn the woman’s name. “What is your name by the way?”