[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks (Officer's Club) [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Yes of course!"[/color] blurted the most nobly Peered officer, verbally succumbing to the effects of the copious amounts of alcohol he had been consuming over the course of the past couple of hours. His desire to remain a competent and gracious host would not be dulled by his potential for chronic problem drinking. No, his slur aside (which if one knew the man, was [i]quite[/i] minor at this point), Reginald would still see to the needs of his guests in a grand and sociable manner, one befitting a man of his rank and station. [color=b8860b]"If you would excuse me but a moment... I shall have a car brought around. But first, my dearest Missus Ridgeway, I'm afraid I must abscond to my, ah, secondary office. Pardon me, madame."[/color] 

	Reginald darted around chairs and stationary tables in the mostly unpatroned Officer's Club, to and fro, with growing sense of personal urgency in his movements. He located and darted into a smallish, unsuspecting door toward a back corner of the establishment and let the horizontally swinging interior portal slowly swing back shut behind him. A man listening closely may have even heard a sound, not unlike a wooden slat rebounding off of porcelain followed by a grumbled [color=b8860b]"Blast it all..."[/color] and an immediately following sigh of immense satisfaction. 

	White noise. White noise in a hollow space. White noise echoing lightly, punctuated by the inexpert humming of a mildly inebriated Officer and Gentleman of the British Aristocracy. The hum persisted, taking on varying notes that, were one particularly inclined to puzzle out any deeper meaning from the abstract sounds emanating from beyond the unassuming doorway, began to take the form of a song; one that couldn't quite be placed. 

	[color=b8860b]"La da da dum, dum dum, 
	la la la laaaaaa dum dum, 
	la lalala laaaaa la dum..."[/color]
	...wait for it...
	[color=b8860b]"[i]Lala la la laaaaaa[/i]..."[/color]

	It went on for a span of time heretofore unaccounted by the annals of human history - the inarticulate musical interlude, and that oddly unplaced white noise - the sort that could be explained by, oh I don't know, the forceful expulsion liquid ringing onto a concave, fired earthenware surface, perforated by the more resonating sound of contact with a deeper source of standing water. The humming threatened to overtake the ambient sounds of the mysterious back room, brought back up with stronger, steadier voice. The tune was still just out of reach of recognition, and seemed to be fated to remain that way. 

	That is, until he began to sing the words. 
	
	[color=b8860b]"Send him victorious
	Happy and glorious
	Long to reign over us..."[/color]
	...
	[color=b8860b]"[i]God save the King[/i]... GAHHH! Blast it all again!"[/color]

	Muttering of a sort coupled with the sound of a sudden rush of water met the ears of those in the Officer's Club proper. Reginald himself returned to his guests, muttering, [color=b8860b]"Never salute when you're indecently indisposed, Reggie old boy; even IF the King is mentioned."[/color] He returned to the bar, leaning in close to their bartender. Pausing just a little between words, he spoke in flawless Arabic to the slender man, who immediately left the premises as if on a mission. 

	[color=b8860b]"Come along then, Missus Ridgeway! Your chariot awaits outside; one of a comparative few of its kind in this part of the world, and our privilege to keep a few of in the motor pool."[/color]

	Within the next two minutes, outside of the Officer's Club, there would pull up an older model of automobile. A classic example of British engineering, this car was reliable and stylish, if a little outdated. [color=b8860b]"It's a 1914 model. Commonly used to chauffeur about dignitaries and the like. It's a Rolls-Royce, of course. [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/cf/74/41cf741f4d99452e6ad1ea87a3ac1be1.jpg]Silver Ghost[/url] line; give anything the Americans put together today a run for their money."[/color] 

	True, the Americans were doing excellent things with automobiles, and the Silver Ghost was an amazing machine, but Reginald had quite forgotten the nationality of his non-relation guest. [color=b8860b]"Ah. I meant no offense, madame. I am merely positively disposed to this line of vehicle over others. Why, I used to work on these chassis for military conversion, an age and a day ago. But I digress! The Ghost is at your disposal for the evening, as well as its driver. If you should require further escort, I am certain we can handle this as well, either personally or by proxy."[/color]