[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] Grand Continental Hotel, Exterior [/center][hr][hr]

	The actions of Sergeant Walsh (Retired) most definitely did not go unnoticed by the Lord Major. Though the man showed some nervousness around the sound of discharging firearms, he seemed to have no qualms holding one. For that matter, he seemed to have no problem manhandling some squealing ruffian out into the street, either. Reginald was beginning to like this guy. 

	When Peter mentioned something about Reginald using his "Status", the older man shot him a questioning look. He wasn't absolutely certain what his nephew meant by that, but if it meant walking up in a huff and acing in a manner that was haughty and important, then he could do just that. 

	Reginald stepped from the Rolls Royce and bid the driver wait there. Casually, he affixed his sabre to his belt and rested a hand upon it; the other hand withdrew his Webley revolver and marched up to within speaking distance of the Sergeant (Retired) and his reluctant companion. He noted also with minor disdain the reporter from earlier. Hopefully, the man had learned a little about discretion in the time between their last meeting and the present; but he was a member of their fledgling Fellowship, regardless. He would just endeavor to be less talkative around the maddeningly inquisitive person. 

	In a clear, cultured voice, Reginald addressed Walsh. [color=b8860b]"Capital, Sergeant. I've a patrol of Royal Military Personnel that shall be present within the next minute or two. Until then, would you do me the honor of providing details, and how they relate to the present state of alarm that Cairo finds itself in? First, our people. Are they well?"[/color]