[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]

	The grim determination of the vigilant Lord Major had him marching off with an accompanying armed patrol of the finest of soldiery stationed within the North African Theatre; the Cairo garrison, jewel of the British protectorate of Egypt. He strode in unison from the Officers' Club, through the courtyard, past the remaining patrols, and dutifully to the main entry gate. He opened his mouth to issue words of encouragement to his men, maybe a word or two about the actual reason for their departure. They could likely guess it had something to do with the bells and alarms going off in the distance, and his previous conversation with the overly exuberant Corporal. 

	What he saw when he got there gave him a sudden flush of relief. His dear nephew, Lady Munn, and the American, Lauren Ridgeway had just been granted admittance back into the Qasr El Nil Barracks. He was pleased, grateful to divine providence that they were safe from whatever was causing the disturbance at or near the hotel. But naturally, he had questions. 

	[color=b8860b]"By Jove, it is good to see the three of you. What sort of brouhaha is afoot, Peter?"[/color] he began, intentionally addressing his nephew. Though progressive for his generation, deep down he was a bit of a chauvinist. [color=b8860b]"Is anyone else still out that way? Issue resolved or ongoing, boy? Was the local authority present when you took your leave of the place?"[/color] 

	Perhaps he laid out a little much, way too fast. [color=b8860b]"If you would, please enjoy the continued hospitality of the barracks. His Majesty's Officers' Club is still at your disposal, and lodging should be made available within the quarter hour."[/color] Those close to him were back home, relatively safe and in sound condition. But if memory served, his good friend Aziza and her escort were staying there, as well. The urge to march down there with a company of soldiers was still high. But he did desire an explanation.