The Chosen Ones

The staring competition became harsher if it could, the two men stood there sizing each other up trying to put the other down. Tom was thinking hard, squaring his small shoulders as if they count.

"The chosen one? " Tom was deep in thought though his eye was still pinned on Raman.

Raman on his own part was playing his cards close to his chest, he had to, he does not know who this little boy is, maybe he's one of those little things trained by the jihad groups or local tyrant youths and may have some tricks up his sleeve. Who knows if the boy is carrying a gun right there with him or was sent on a mission by his groups; that makes more sense seeing that the rock though hidden is at a vantage point where anyone can overlook the protected lands of the pyramids, the Egyptian pride. But, no mercenary or tyrant groups dare encroach this area, the government makes sure of this, then why now? Are they planning something big or is he just overthinking, "better be" he muttered.

"What did you