I only ever took the Prince of Egypt case by way of a break from the city, really. I never expected it to be particularly interesting or time consuming; few cases ever are after all. As it is, though, I'm not sure I'll ever even make it to Africa. Things have taken rather an unusual turn.
I don't... know where I am. I was heading across the sea towards Alexandria in relative comfort, though I must have been abducted in my sleep, as I awoke no more than a few hours later (no appreciable growth of facial hair, only slight dryness of mouth) in a strange stone corridor surrounded by statues. The architecture in this place reflects that of classical Greece, so my best estimate is that I am, at least, still somewhere on the North side of the Mediterranean. Oddly, my captor deigned to leave my personal affects untouched; it seems this unknown enemy is not afraid of mere firearms.
Luckily (so far) I soon ran into others who shared my predicament (rather a lot of them, in fact). Whilst Anselm A is exploring and engaging in the tiresome business of combat, Anselm B is rather enjoying the challenge of mentally profiling such a large and varied group. The time has not come for Anselm C, yet; though I doubt it will be long. This place reeks of a far greater enemy than mere metal and fire. And for some reason, fish.
Really need a cigarette; little concerned about the amount of explosives being carried around here, though.
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