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Ah very good. You come this way. I show you good smokes.

*He walked away towards a shop some way down the street away from teh airport, the front coevered with a bead curtain, smoke from within making it seem liek just anothe rhookah joint.
The man vanished into the smokey interior, beckoning Iden to follow, leading his way past clearly stoned patrons to the back of the shop. He went down a set of stone steps, which eventually, after many twists and turns and steel doors, led to an armoury*

The hellbitch said you'd need kitting out. What can I get for ya, Yank?

*Totally different tone, clear hostility in the mans eyes now as she sparked up and let Iden see the stockpile*

Take what you need and get out. I dont need your kind bringing more trouble down this way. She said you'd know what you needed. I aint got all day.

*he dre won the awful cigarette between his lips, clearly no fan of AMericans, but under orders not to attack the man who'd turned up on his doorstep, as promised*

*Grunting, the man waited till Iden was done, then showed him back out, refusig to even leave the shop, though he did point Iden down right into the town, indicating he;d find hotels and the locations on his maps down that way.
With weapons offered, Iden was now well and truly on his own, Roan having arranged nothing else for him at all.*

*Sharm El Sheik was a total tourist destination. For every egyptian native, there was a tourist of some nation to go with him, most of them scuba diving enthusiats, there to dive the reefs and wrecks off the coast of Sharm on the expensive yachts that lined the harbours, while the houses were those of the poor.

A few hotels rose in white spires, while other sprawled in long low single story complexs, one of the larger ones marked on Iden;s maps as a location where one of the sources of their info was based - a tour guide to the local reef who had been approached as he knew of the money movements from point a to point b through the supposed procurement of diving articles for the 'Wainwright' diving tour company. A very English name for a foreign diving school.
The yachts assigned to the school were noted on his info as well. The Jolly Jude, the Estaban and the Farenco. They coud be seen at the quay of the hotel the source was staying at - The Dove Complex.
Other locations marke don his maps included a point out to sea where no wrecks were recorded, yet the yachts visited often, a bar where various figures from both the known Setite clan and the hotel's staff were known to frequent, a hookah shop of the same reason, and a 'warehouse' near the fishing and shipping area o fthe harbour*

*Iden's documents were as follows:

A hotel (El Marharab) brochure and floor plan, room 34b marked out as the residence of one 'Alex Thrower', the source mentioned previously. He ran the guides out to the reef off of the Farenco, a schedule for the yacht included also, under the name 'Wainwright'.

A reef map of the area the Farenco visited, the wrecks and types of dives it offered listed, kit supplied and level of experiance and dive time required.

A Buyer's Guide to Wine, listing many vintages and types of wine available at the various watering holes of Sharm, the import company listed as 'The Wainwright Subsidiary Group' in tiny print at the bottom, highlighted by hand in orange pen.

The schematics and plans for the yacht class matching the Estaban and Farenco, with a collection of notes noting where storage space had been adjusted to suit diving gear, and lifting ramps added on by hand to the back of each yacht, for lifting divers from the water if necessary, or at least their gear.

The plans for the Jolly Jude, scrawled all over and highlighted, indicating the actual ship didnt match the lines of the blueprint properly.

The layout of the Dove Complex, noting service entrances and delivery gates, the schedule for yachts entering and leaving harbour, the layout of rooms and pools in the hotel.

A hand drawn map of the plots the three yachts visited most, the times and monthly rotations of each, the Farenco often meeting up with the Jolly Jude in an open stretch of water not known for its diving.

The record logs for eth last two weeks from the Harbour master, regarding ship logs, call outs, managing shipping lanes and accidents.

Fishing charts of the area, again showing the meeting point for the yachts at sea fell over no known feature.

The layout of the warehouse, which stocked wine for the Wainwright handling company.

A list of photos and known names of Setites in the area.*

*even at its peak, the complex only went up 4 stories, most of its size being spread across the land rather that upwards. Iden would find himself unaccosted in the public areas of the complex - he could easily be another guest, but there always seemed to be officials near the staff only areas. Not quite guarding... but not just wandering about errands either.*

*The harbour was busy and never still as boats came and went, gophers running here and there with air cylinders, filling them or testing them at varous stations, injecting nitrox into some. Grease monkeys worked on each boat that came in, servicing engines, performing routine maintainence, reloading or off loading passengers and their kit. The storage shed was open, a whoel rage of nationalities working for the complex, hanging out wet and dry suits, matching up BCD's, labelling the sets for easy transferal to the right boats for the next trip out, or leaving them to dry till the next day. SLightly damaged suits were tossed into a corner sand new ones fetched from the racks at th back of the shed*

*On the busy harbour front, it worked like a charm. The question was... how was he going to get OUT of the complex with it? And if not out with it, where to hide it that people werent either guarding, or frequently accessing?*