[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]

	[color=b8860b]"Yes yes, quite!"[/color] bubbled the Lord Major, apparently with a newly enhanced frame of mind. Peter had left, with only himself, Fourth Estate, and the Movie Star in the hotel room. [color=b8860b]"I'm glad we all have that sorted out. Now then..."[/color] he waited a second or two until the footsteps of his dear nephew had receded somewhat before continuing (and in a much darker tone), [color=b8860b]"Understand me, Sir and Madame; your obvious involvement in whatever grand mystery in which we find ourselves involved leads me to surmise that you shall play a part in whatever is yet to come. I extend the protection of the Empire, such as it is in this region, for that reason alone. Further understand that punishment for espionage against the Crown is capital. [i]Capital[/i], mind you. I shall extend every resource as a Major in His Majesty's Armed Forces and a Lord of Sussex to ensure this. We leave in four minutes. Enjoy the hospitality of the Crown."[/color]

	Reginald toddled out of the hotel room, unconcerned with barb or protest. His intent was to traverse the distance to his car and men outside, but the scene in the stairwell stopped him immediately. Aziza was still shaken up by this situation. She was a friend. Not the kind of friend he might regularly drink whisky and smoke cigars with; point of fact the full nature of their friendship was birthed of painful and embarrassing circumstance. She was not quite family, not quite associate, but definitely someone who deserved his loyalty, and if necessary, his protection. [color=b8860b]"Madame."[/color] he said quietly, hoping to get her attention without intruding too much upon the moment. He continued in a quiet, understanding voice. [color=b8860b]"Miss Tarek. You will be as safe as I can make you. And you have my assurance of two things: First, if at any time you feel the need to depart this place, I swear to you that you shall find a home in Brighton. One of mine, actually, and that you may lie a life of studious comfort or dutiful industry, at your choice, for as long as my family holds sway thereabouts. I shall sign papers and Testament to that as soon as we get back to my clerk at the Barracks. This mess is partly my responsibility, and I will attend to your and your family's needs as best I can if you so request it of me. Second, if either the reporter or the starlet prove to leak anything remotely related to any of us or this little adventure before [i]you[/i] are ready for them to, I shall have them stretched from the nearest British-occupied lamppost. Plus extend the protection of the Keystone line. Madame, I am your servant."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Come along. Let us get you down to the automobile."[/color]