[hr][center][h1][b][i]Scooby Gang[/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][i][color=82ca9d]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Grand Continental[/center][hr]	

	Peter sat back in the car and let out a long breath as her and his uncle were driven to the hotel. He had come to town to try to start his life back over. He wasn't expecting to run into all of this when he got here yet he was going to do what he could to ensure that Vera was taken care of and safe. [color=82ca9d]"Hopefully we can ensure that Miss Ridgeways friends are safe and get them back to the barracks post haste,"[/color] Peter said nonchalantly as they were couriered to the Grand Continental. 

	In the meantime, Sgt Walsh muscled Abbas down the stairs, the man fighting along the way and spouting off anything he could think of to try to get them to stop. Saying he knew things but never saying what he knew. Saying they would pay if they turned him in. That he didn't do it. Etc. It was obvious that he was beyond nervous by the time he was forced down the stairs and through the lobby; out front towards the constables. 

	Aziza looked over towards Josephine and smiled slightly, resting her hand over the woman's and giving it a gentle squeeze. [color=a187be]"Thank you, I hope you're right,"[/color] she said in a grateful voice. She appreciated her understanding and kindness though she doubted there was anything that could be done. It didn't matter that she had been faithful and hadn't committed adultery. It mattered that she had been accused by someone and that was all that mattered to the people of her home. The law, however screwed up it was, was on her ex-husbands side. At this point she could only pray that her son wouldn't grow up to hate her and seek her out when he was old enough. That was if she lived long enough. The attack, the strange markings, and now Abbas showing up did not bode well.

	Climbing out of the car, Peter looked around and spotted Sgt. Walsh holding a man at gun point and the reporter that was drilling him earlier in tow. That was the last man he wanted to see right then. Clearing his throat he undid the holster of his side arm and looked over towards his uncle. [color=82ca9d]"This doesn't look good uncle, care to use some of that status?"[/color] he said straightening up a bit. 


[hr][center][h1][b][i]Elsewhere In The City[/i][/b][/h1][/center][hr]

	Vera downed two more glasses of champagne before looking over towards Lauren. Her head was swimming already from the bubbly. This was a woman who could not hold her drink in the slightest and she had been well known for that fact when she was younger back in London. A glass or two was all it took for her to become a bumbling idiot. She had had three or four now. Granted it probably was barely enough time for the first one to kick in but hey, she had no tolerance. 

	When she began to talk her speech was slurred and she wobbled from side to side. [color=f7976a]"What I liked about Cairo was that it was quiet, I was away from my past and I had a bit of eye candy to look at when I worked. Now don't get me wrong, he was an ass but he had an ass. I am a librarian! I shouldn't have to deal with some [i]all about himself[/i] American who likes to throw himself at any woman that comes into the room."[/color]

	Taking another glass she nearly spilled it all over herself before finally getting it to her mouth and downing it. [color=f7976a]"Of course, Peter will take care of it. He takes care of everything. He'll help with all these shenanigans as well. Very keen mind that man, that is if I can keep him focused on it and not me. I didn't want him to come back, I mean I don't want him dead but there was never a fire between us but I am a Lady. Lady Librarian... I must do what is right, hiccup..."[/color] she rambled on before flopping back on the seat cushion and groaning out an order for another glass.