Between an old run down brothel and sleazy pawn shop located in the part of the city no respectable man would be there was a tiny seemingly abandon hut. Its windows were either pried from its walls or broken, leaving the glass shards on the floor eager to cut into the flesh of any drunken fool who wasn't watching where they were walking. The walls were crawling with the wood eating insects that flourished from it. Every hard breeze made the tiny building shake as if it was suffer from a high class earthquake.

This dark and depressing hut was the perfect place for Bakura, the legendary thief king to conduct his negotiations.

"So the plan is set old man?" Blue eyes narrowed and stared into equally harden blue eyes.

"Yes, everything is set for you to kidnap the pharaoh. Fallow my instructions and we will both be rid of him."

Bakura let out a cold chilling laugh. I guess after this we both get what we want. I get to kill the Pharaoh and your son takes his place."

"Keep your voice down thief, less unwanted ears hear us." The old man tossed a bag of gold Bakura and pulled up his clock, readying himself to slip away into the shadows. "There enough money to buy your way out of Egypt once you solved our problem. Remember you only have once chance."

The thief's lips curved up showing white fang like teeth shining in the darken room. "Nice doing business with you Aknadin." With that the pair parted and disappeared into the night in different directions. One heading towards the palace and the other towards the barren desert.

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Bakura road threw the sandy hills for hours. The recently stolen horse was a black royal stallion of prestige breeding. The poor drunken guard he stole it from was sure to get whipped for losing him. It was a small satisfying win that he stole from the pharaoh, even if it was unlikely Atem would even be informed of something as trivial as a loss horse

Reaching his home he dismounted the horse and tied him to a nearby tree, where there was a bucket of water and pile of hay waiting. The horse looked at the food and then turned his head to the side unintrested.

"Look at that, even his horses are too good to eat common food." He chuckled. Gently he patted the beast shoulder. "What a grand beast you are. I bet you ate golden grain and expensive seeds. Sorry but you better get use to hay."

A short snort was all the response he received from the stallion.

Still in fine sprits Bakura entered his home, which happens to be an old temple for worshipping a forgotten god. People never came here anymore. Not when they had new temples so much closer to home. The temple was old and uncared for but the stone walls were sturdy and safe. Of course the rooms were all empty; his stuff was in the bottom.

Pushing a long table over he flipped the red rug revealing the secret door. As soon as he opened it a way of light and music hit him. The scent of roasted pork and wine filled his nostrils.
Under the church were miles of tunnels. Lining the walls of these tunnels were coffins covered in cob webs. He assumed that this was where the people who worshipped here buried their dead. It was the perfect place for a base. The thick walls blocked out any noise or light so they could live and party without fear.

"Look who's finally back, our beloved king." One man shouted. He past Bakura a cup of wine.

The main part of their hideout was a large room that had a signal coffin in the center. The coffin must of belonged to some one important but Bakura could care less. Now the room was filled with tables and chairs. Beds were placed in random locations and a few cats wondered around keeping out rats. The coffin was currently being used as a table for playing cards.

Smirking Bakura jumped onto that very coffin interrupted the game being played on it. This got most of every ones attention.

"Listen up boys, I have great news." Pulling out the bag he tossed it into the air. Golden coins fell like rain hitting the ground hard and loudly. This got everyone's attention.

"We have a job to do. Tomorrow during the celebrations we kidnap the pharaoh."

Loud booming shouts shook the walks. Dozens of mans raised their cups and cheered for their leader.