[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 (Officers' Club) [/center][hr][hr]

	Reginald gave his departing guests a final wave as the Rolls pulled away from the front of the Officers' Club. He waited until the frame of the stately vehicle cleared the main gates before turning back around and returning to his favorite seat near the bar. The staff had already begun to clear the dishes and put the excess food away (that which was still proper for later service, at any rate), and the few patrons that remained were settling their tabs and making ready to depart. 

	It was still fairly early so far as the scene went for the Barracks, but it appeared to be a dismally slow night. Enlisted men generally didn't come in here, and the officers apparently had duties to perform, else they found their diversions elsewhere. It was just the Lord Major seated in an obvious manner and the lay staff populating the Officers' Club. A slow piece of big band music played quietly amid the quiet din of plates and flatware being whisked away; not enough to draw attention away from whatever conversation the nonexistent patrons may have been having, were they actually present. Good enough time to get a little light reading in. 

	His earlier plans, those of looking up requisition paperwork and getting into his contacts; he decided that it was better left until the morning. They would be in his office anyway, and his clerk here at the Qasr El Nil was off duty. Proper provision and equipment reqs in a timely fashion would require the clout of a commanding officer and the contact savvy of an experienced clerk. Morning, then. Meantime, Reginald had been meaning to catch up on the periodicals back home. They had arrived earlier, but in the excitement of the day the Lord Major had cleanly forgotten. 

	[color=b8860b]"'Awadd 'an 'araa alddawriaat London, min fadlik."[/color] he requested of the barman present. [color=b8860b]"Thank you, there's a good chap. Ah, and please ensure that guest accommodations are made ready for the younger Lord Keystone upon his return. One of the dignitary's suites, or Officer's quarters near my own."[/color] 

	A few moments later, the Lord Major was presented with a short stack of newspapers, all written solidly in the King's English, of London and Brighton addresses. To his surprise, each one of them featured name and/or illustration of one Lord Peter Keystone. 

	[color=b8860b]"Oh, lad. Whatever have you gotten yourself into?"[/color] 

	The evening just kept getting more interesting.