Mecca (2)

“Man, that was exhausting... Damn, he got away. He's fast.”

As expected, when we struggled up the sand dune, the archer had vanished, leaving behind only a few traces.

“I told you we wouldn't catch him. A top-class archer plans everything, even an escape route in case a shot misses.”

“It's fine.”

Still, it was fine.

I'd already figured out the magnetic-field pattern.

This new bacteria unit specialized in tracking could even identify the magnetic-field patterns produced by bioelectricity at the level of tiny human cells.

In other words, just as everyone's cellular arrangement was different, every person had a unique magnetic-field pattern, like a fingerprint.

“Looks like he went toward Mecca.”

“...But the tracks lead toward Jeddah, where we came from?”...