Title: The Bazaar
Fandom: Sahara (movie)
Prompt: 1 pickpocket
Warnings: none
Rating: Gen . for all audiences
Summary: New fandom to play with. Based on the movie (not the book and the long Cussler series) Sahara. Dirk Pitt and Al Giordino are retired SEALS navy men, working under retired Admiral Sandecker for NUMA, the National Underwater Marine Agency

The Martha Ann was docked in the port of Aden, Yemen. They were laying in supplies for the trip south for a recovery that Sandecker arranged.

The idea of being in Yemen unsettled all the members of the crew. With past events of what had happened to US military ships, Sandecker had added more security to the ship than usual.

Dirk Pitt was aware of this as was his second in command Al Giordino.

The morning briefing by Rudi Gunn warned all members of the team to be careful. They were putting on supplies and leaving that evening for their project.

"Get your last minute shopping done today. We're going to be out for at least four weeks." He told the crew. He was staying on board with the four security members to stow the supplies that would be loaded through the lower cargo door.

Dirk smiled as he got ready to go out. Al shook his head. He was in to watching Dirk's back as they went to land, he just knew it.

Dressing in a loose white cotton shirt, and bdu shorts and tennis shoes, Dirk was ready. Al pulled on a white t-shirt and khaki shorts, and walking boots.

They walked down the gangplank mock saluting Rudi as the hit the dock.

"Where to?" Al asked.

"Let's hit the bazaar. See if we can find something to send to Mom and Dad before we shove off."

Sounded like a good plan. When Dirk said Mom and Dad, he meant Al's folks. Growing up, he spent more time at Al's house than he did at his own. But then, Al didn't have a political father and a debutante mother that had no time to deal with a child.

Dirk followed his sense of place and found the large bazaar a few blocks in from the docks. Al followed him as he meandered from one kiosk to another.

Al kept his distance, watching the crowd that was around them. Being a foreigner was hard enough. Being in a country where some people had motives to hurt you was harder.

Being in the SEALS, Al learned how to read the crowd. Dirk was good, but he was usually the center of attention because of his looks. Al learned long ago to stay back and watch his back just in case.

It wasn't long before Al saw a young man, maybe twelve years old, approach Dirk. The young boy asked him a question and Dirk answered. The boy was eyeing Dirk, looking for something.

In a well practiced move, the boy attempted to lift Dirk's watch. But Dirk made his own move, capturing the wrist of the young man.

Al stayed back, watching what the outcome would be.

Taking the now loose watch into his other hand, Dirk looked at the boy. They boy could be turned in and dealt with the authorities but it wouldn't do the boy any good.

Pocketing the watch, Dirk returned with a few small Yemen bills and handed it to the boy. "No more today," Dirk told the boy.

The boy nodded. Dirk let go of the boy and he was quickly swallowed into the crowd around them.

Al came up beside Dirk as he refastened the watch.

"That went well," Al commented.

"We both know what many of them live with." Dirk turned his attention back to the stall owner. He pointed to a gold pendent. "What do you think for Mom?"

Al scrutinized the sailing ship pendent. "It would like nice on that chain you got her."

Dirk finalized the deal, bartering the price for a few moments. Finally the price was set and Dirk paid for it.

They continued around the bazaar, picking up shirts and then find a post office to send the gift to Darcy.

After lunch, they returned to the ship in early evening to see how Rudi was doing stowing supplies.