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Smoke clung to the walls of a sparse living room in a small Cairo home. Beside a recently toppled chair, a man (recently shirtless) poked the remnants of a broken bottle with his shoe; he was a long-furred hyena, scowling down at a spreading beer puddle on the rug as cigarette smoke escaped between his fangs. Tonight had been a shitty night for Detective Haji Sagira-Khalfani.

His host still stood in the doorway, the majority of Haji's shirt balled in one meaty hand, the stout hyrax had his arms folded, making no particular effort to hide his disapproval. He was Wikus Amiri, Cairo's Chief of Police: trying hard, tonight, to be a concerned friend. The man's ears perked and his eyes rolled at the sound of agitated movement from the next room. Great. His wife was awake. Haji hated Wikus' shrill bitch of a wife: "Tell her sorry, about the mess." he grunted, making very little effort to pretend that he cared about the five gineih thrift store rug he'd ruined in his arrival.

The hyrax righted the chair and worried at the beer with the rag of Haji's shirt as he spoke in a hushed, stern voice: "I can't keep having you get into fights like this, Haj."
"Heh, I had those little shits on the ropes. I was so fucking close, Wik." Haji straightened up in his chair as he practically growled words.
"Close to what?" His friend shook his head, sighing tiredly; the beer diluted the blood on the shirt fabric from Cherry Red to a Bladder Infection Orange.
"They know someone's coming." the Hyena retorted taking a drag of his cigarette down almost to the filter.
"Not more of this cultist nonsense," Wikus got to his feet with a grunt as his old legs started working up to a worried pacing, "Punk kids breaking windows and spraying graffiti is not a cult."
"It permeates everything," a thin stream of smoke accompanied the words as he bent down to grind his cigarette apart in a porcelain ashtray, "All their crimes, all their movements... it all revolves around just a few words, a few ideas."

"What the hell's the matter with you, Haji? You used to be my top detective. I swear, you're losing it! Stalking kids around the back streets? Have you lost your fucking mind?!" Wik had been relatively calm until this point, even when he was helping drag Haji up the stairs to his apartment, but now he was gesticulating wildly in his signature Police Chief Amiri way, chopping his palm with the side of his other callused hand.
"And was I ever wrong, Wik? Even fucking once?"

Haji heard that a hyrax was sort of less like a rodent and more like an elephant, which suited the chief perfectly – he never forgot a thing and was more than capable of stomping Haji's career into dust. The large man removed his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his snout, mouth tugged back into a scowl. He spoke with his eyes shut, thumb circling a temple: "I need to keep you busy." With glasses back on, he scanned the room and approached a small writing desk. He started shuffling through a stack of folded newspaper articles.

"You want me to help investigate those murders?" He didn't need to waste time waiting for the old chief to get to the point, Haji was pretty sure he wasn't concussed and he wanted to pass out in his own apartment with the substantially larger beer stains and the substantial lack of Misses Amiri working herself into a bitchy lather in the kitchen.
"You never let me say it, fucking smart ass," The chief returned to his chair (ignored the quip of 'It's what you pay me for', which was their usual way of concluding that exchange) and tossed the newspaper into Haji's lap, "I'm setting up a small team to investigate some sightings that might be involved with these murders."
"Sightings?" Haji had been pulling a fresh cigarette from a silver case, but he froze to look up at Wikus. The large man motioned for the hyena to open the newspaper.

Cigarette hanging unlit from his mouth, Haji opened the folded headline to find a scrap of loose paper held within: sketched in shaky pencil was the gray silhouette of a hound. He read the hand‑written notes for a moment before raising an eyebrow to Wikus.
"Ghost sightings? Really?"
"I need you on this, Haji." the chief leaned forward, once again talking with his hands, "The team I have now knows all about the paranormal stuff, but I need someone grounded, someone to keep them from going off in wild directions."

The hyena lit a match and let its flame caress the tip of his cigarette until it caught, glowing brighter as he took in a slow, deep breath. He leaned back in his chair, letting the smoke burn in his lungs for a beat, then another, before exhaling it in a stream out his nose at the ceiling. He watched the swirls roll out over the dull paint and Haji smiled, imagining that the vapor took on the shape of some ghostly canine for a moment.
"Okay. Tell me about your team of weirdos."

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