Istanbul

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In the shadow of the Blue Mosque's minaretted glory, through streets packed with assorted wildlife and peoples, Helena Bertinelli is making her way to a courtyard nargileh bar with her entourage of Lady Blackhawk and Creote in tow. The air is thick with the scents of spices, tobacco smoke and animal dung, in a city brimming with Middle Eastern architecture and culture.

They're not here to sightsee, however.