Brandy scoffed at the idea of hurting guys to get their attention. "No, I'm the girl who knocked sense into my friends' crushes. Needless to say there was rarely a time I couldn't go on a group date." She said proudly. She listened as he explained more about Marco Polo's mysterious stop. "Okay, so Marco Polo had a brother who was a member of the Vatican's mob. That all makes sense, but what's the object that had to be contained?" She asked curving her fingers to make air quotes. She looked back to see the black SUV closer. She was amazed that a vehicle that big was gaining on them in these crowded streets. But if she was driving and saw that car behind her, she would pull over to the side and let them through to avoid getting caught in whatever crossfire was about to happen.
Whipping her head back around to face him, she practically screamed. "Who is this Kipling person and why is he trying to kill you?" She wasn't completely sure if he had a bounty on his head, but it was safe to assume the worst when it came to this guy. She sucked in another breath ready to continue screaming, when he said the letters were real. At this point she laughed in his face. "Are you kidding me? The letters aren't real. They're just an archaeologist's bedtime story. Something like an insolvable math equation. You know there's no answer but you still try to connect the dots every once in a while just because." She was thrown into the door and winced as she cradled her arm. The cab driver mumbled off some poor excuse for an apology and she waved him off. It wasn't that big of a deal and it barely even hurt. When Devin ran out of the taxi, she just sat there shell shocked for a few moments.
After a moment's hesitation, she slid out of the backseat and ran into the Bazaar trying to keep an eye on him. She fished through her bag and pulled out her phone. Tired of murmuring half-hearted apologies for elbowing someone or stepping on their toes, Brandy focused all her energy on running and praying that he would pick up his phone. After several rings a deep, husky voice came through, "Hello?" He asked. "Wake the hell up and get the plane ready. Don't ask any questions, because I'm calling in my favor." She said into the receiver. She found Devin, but made sure to stay a few paces behind. If that Kipling person or his goons, assuming he had goons, caught up to them, she needed the opportunity to break away. The guy on the phone groaned and she heard the bedsprings squeaking as he got up. "Oh, and I need it done in fifteen minutes." She said before hanging up. She dropped her phone back in her bag and called out. "Devin! When you see the table selling bottu make a hard left." She said before heading out in front of him.