CHAPTER 9

Six off-road dirt bikes, engines screaming and spewing smoke, thundered up the trail and surrounded us.

The helmeted riders skidded to a muddy stop and aimed their weapons at us!

When the leader of the pack took off his helmet to reveal a French Foreign Legion hat, I immediately recognized our old nemesis from our adventures in Egypt, Guy Dubonnet Merck! (His name rhymes with I, how you say, jerk.)

Not this guy again! (Ha, get it?)