[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 [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Well I say, Peter!"[/color] exclaimed Reginald, with a twinkle of possibility in his eyes, [color=b8860b]"There [i]is[/i] some skullduggery afoot, yes? Well then, I am most positively going to join you in the noble pursuit of our Fellowship's safety. That Walsh fellow appeared a decent sort. A little excitable, perhaps... But many good men came home from the War as such. No dishonor. And Miss Tarek! Indeed. I digress; we must be off."[/color] 

	The Lord Major looked to the men he had assembled. [color=b8860b]"Corporal!"[/color]

	[b]"Yes, Lord MAJOR!"[/b] Did he come with volume control? 

	[color=b8860b]"Inform the remaining staff inside the Officers' Club to treat these people as VIPs, attend to their needs (within reason) - and that they have dignitary's quarters near each other within the quarter hour. Return to us in two minutes."[/color] He produced a gold pocketwatch, inspecting the face of it. [color=b8860b]"On the clock, Corporal."[/color]

	[b]"Right away, Lord MAJOR!"[/b] Was he bucking for Sergeant? 

	At least he was quick to perform duties assigned. Reginald turned to his nephew, remarking, [color=b8860b]"One cannot in good conscience play attentive host to some while others of our party are in peril. I'm in, old chap. Shall we stroll, or take the Ghost back?"[/color] The men assembled were a simple patrol, useful to hold a small location until larger forces could arrive. Or more importantly, just the right size to act as a quick and mobile urban escort, should need arise. If the Lord Major orders it, that would indicate that need had indeed arisen. Reginald did find the assistance of his people, here or back at the airfield, exceptionally useful for things of this nature. Be it personal, business, or service to the Crown, the Lord Major was the man of his time and place. When the particulars of their upcoming adventure took them away from Cairo and the safety of the British Military, he would have to make much more hands-on, less secure decisions concerning his preferred courses of action, but until then, he was going to flex the mighty arms of His Majesty's Armed Forces to the benefit of himself and those close to him.