[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, my dear."[/color] remarked the Lord Major, continuing with them down the stairs and out into the night air of Cairo. [color=b8860b]"I know why. Nonetheless, you shall have the option of being the resident caretaker of the Brighton Estate at your leisure, with resources necessary to make official inquiries. Hopefully, soon as a family. But come along, we'll keep you safe in the meantime."[/color] 

	Out front, Reginald looked to his nephew. [color=b8860b]"Ah, excellent foresight, dear boy!"[/color] he called out, motioning to the cab. [color=b8860b]"Capital idea! Well then, we're off in..."[/color] he checked pocketwatch, [color=b8860b]"...some three minutes,  madame and gentlemen. Now, I intend to travel in style, so whomever decides to spend the next few minutes in the Silver Ghost will have to do so in my prestigious company."[/color] His voice carried a gleam of humor, as if the old man was attempting to lighten an obviously tense mood. Granted, it was likely doomed to failure, but Reginald was already playing host, despite the fact that they were not quite back at the Barracks yet. 

	The Lord Major removed his officer's sabre from his belt, holding it close to himself in his left hand. He didn't intend to use it on anything, [i]yet[/i], but it made climbing into and out of vehicles comfortably difficult to the extreme, were it still hanging from his side. Not one to enter before a guest (as he was not under official orders from a higher-up to complete a task for His Majesty), the Lord Major stood at the ready, next to the door of his motor pool's finest Rolls-Royce, waiting the last guests of their Fellowship. Even checked his watch again.