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

	Peter listened to both of them but their words were doing anything but putting him at ease. They had gone and played "hero", following without knowing who they may or may not be helping. They were following because of their own curiosity and they had basically just lucked out and didn't get anyone killed. In fact they might actually have gotten someone killed. The way Peter was seeing it, was that they didn't report a murder and decided to just see where the bread crumbs followed them. Now they were agreeing to this but he had serious doubts they were doing it out of the good of the hearts. They both looked to be opportunists of the worst possible caliber and character. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I'll only agree to try to keep an open mind and reserve my conclusion to whether you two care or not until after everything is dealt with. I make no promises to believe you care until I have more evidence to support it,"[/color] Peter said before turning and leaving the room. He was beginning to doubt that even if they signed the papers if they would keep to it or if it would turn up eventually in some tabloid or on the silver screen and then someone would have to hunt them down. 

	He left giving them no time to reply to him or make a comment. He'd let his uncle deal with them, he had other things to tend to at this point. Vera being the forefront on his mind. Little opportunists like that pair always got karma biting them in the ass in the end. The fact they had the gall to try to get him to agree to more, to agree they cared, was utter bollox in his mind. Neither of them had done anything worth classifying as kindness thus far. It would take moving mountains for him to believe either had a heart. The fact he had to agree to relive the worst years of his life to even half way secure their silence told him everything he needed. True humanitarians would have thanked him for the offer but said it was not needed, only those who looked at the bottom dollar would want anyone to speak of such things. 

	Making his way down the stairs he looked over towards Aziza and Harry as he passed them, giving a slight nod of his head. [color=82ca9d]"I will be at the car,"[/color] he said but kept walking. Aziza look completely shook up but Sgt Walsh seemed to be handling it, he wouldn't interfere or ask questions. He didn't want to make her more nervous than she already was. 

	Aziza leaned against, shaking like a leaf. [color=a187be]"I know... I trust you,"[/color] she said between the chattering of her teeth as she curled against him. She did trust him, for whatever reason she didn't know why but she did. [color=a187be]"I just don't want you in danger because of me."[/color] Her voice was hollow as she spoke, swallowing the dry lump in her throat before looking up and seeing Peter pass them. 

	The man was odd to her, nothing horrible but there just was something about him. Shaking off the feeling, figuring it was just because he looked half angered and half focused on a mission of some sort. Looking back over at Harry she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. [color=a187be]"Let's just go, maybe base be safest place tonight,"[/color] she said in an unsure voice. She was rather sure the place would be safe for the evening but being in Cairo was setting unwell with her now. Though she said nothing more, her mind was going quickly, wondering if she should just be gone come the morning light and on the first train out of the country. 

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

	"No ma'am that is everything, thank you," the Steward said towards Lauren as he took the papers and headed out of the room. Vera had managed to get to her feet and carefully stumbled over to the window, opening it so she could get some fresh air. 

	Looking out over the lights of the city she sighed before making her way slowly over to the window on the back side of the room. Pushing the shutters out of the way she smiled slightly as she spotted the Pyramid at Giza off in the distance. It was what had made her come to fall in love with Egypt, well one of many things. Her fingers curled along the windowsill as the winds kicked up and a warm breeze blew into the room. The heat was not one of those things she had fallen in love with. 

	[color=f7976a]"Do you think everyone is okay?"[/color] she asked as she glanced over towards Lauren, wishing the aspirin she had taken would start kicking in. She was worried, everything that had happened that day was enough to put anyone on edge, yet she had no idea about everything that was going on at the hotel. 

	The old woman looked over towards Nora and pocketed the coins. "Thank you. My name is Neema," she said before looking at Nora and rolling her eyes. 

	"May a camel give birth in his bed," she said before making as if she was spitting on the floor. "He is the son of a motherless goat. I see paper that come for you. You are smart woman, you need not worry about marriage. At least not his two cents worth on it. You smart enough to know who to marry, when to marry, if you marry. Dumb ox hasn't got the common sense Allah gave a cow," she said before "spitting" again. 

	"You need anything, you call me," she aid as she picked up the bottle that was left for Nora. Taking a the cap off she inhaled the smell before looking at Nora and chucking it out of the window. "It's laced," she said as her eyes narrowed. "Laudanum is in it."