[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 [/center][hr][hr]

	Reginald looked on satisfactorily as old friends and new acquaintances alike gathered in the hotel room agreed to stick together and return to the Barracks. He would have to put out a feeler or two for Lady Kingston; the Lord Major wasn't certain exactly where she might be located. It would be most unfortunate were anything untoward to occur to the young woman, despite his efforts to centralize and protect the people of their Fellowship. But as it stood, everyone present seemed to be of the same mind, more or less. 

	Then something odd found its way into Reginald's hearing. [color=b8860b]"...typewriter, you say...? Excuse me, if you would be as kind."[/color] Reginald made his way to a front-facing window and with some struggle managed to raise it high enough to lean out of, catching a bit of Cairo's evening air. [color=b8860b]"...damned Nile cypress..."[/color] he muttered, complaining about the sticky window frame. He didn't have to peer about for very long before he caught sight of who he was after. Unfortunately, it was the Corporal, who was quite busy trying to find a loose thread on his epaulettes. 

	[color=b8860b]"Corporal! I say, you there, Corporal!"[/color] 

	From inside the hotel room, one might easily overhear the glaring response from street level, "Yes, Lord [b]MAJOR[/b]!" Dear Lord, he was obnoxious. Reginald sighed heavily. This was the pride of the British Military here in Cairo. God help them all. 

	[color=b8860b]"Yes, yes. I need you to send a man back to the base [i]on doubletime[/i], mind you!"[/color] called Reginald from the window. [color=b8860b]"Have guest accommodations made available immediately, and get the Clerk on duty to prepare several copies of General Papers of Non-Disclosure, do you hear?"[/color] 

	"The Corporal hears you, Lord [b]MAJOR[/b]!" he turned to a private nearby in formation, "Well then, Mr. Wiggles! You heard the Lord [b]MAJOR[/b]! Hoof it! On the double! Go go GO!"

	Reginald shook his head and drew himself back inside the hotel room. The window shut much more easily than it opened, to the Lord Major's delight. He turned around to those still in the vicinity, and with terse authority, flatly stated, [color=b8860b]"Right then. Grab whatever you require. We depart in seven minutes.[/color] He checked his pocketwatch, nodded to himself, and glanced out of the window again. That odd Corporal. That poor Private.