[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 -> Car navigating the streets of Cairo [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"You know, old boy,"[/color] said the Lord Major to his nephew Peter, [color=b8860b]"I had intended for the women and slightly less steady of our group to take the Ghost back to base, don't you know? The walk would have given some of us gentlemen an opportunity to better acquaint ourselves; really have a meaningful back-and-forth. Come to an understanding. Then, blast it all, you had the marvelous notion to hire a taxicab. Hindsight informs that this was the better idea, of course, the evening has progressed further than expected. I have an early day and as for you, good sir... we shall eventually have to open a dialogue concerning our shared military and familial situations. [i]In private[/i], of course. I shan't allow personal naivety to compromise the situation again."[/color]

	The second the last person that could comfortably fit inside of the Rolls-Royce (himself aside), Reginald climbed into the vehicle. He positioned his sabre between himself and the door snugly, and leaned out of the window to address the Corporal and Driver simultaneously. [color=b8860b]"Parade escort, gentlemen. The taxicab shall be following us, if its driver has even the most remedial skill operating an internal combustion vehicle. The taxi does not enter the Barracks, of course. Escort them safely inside. And keep an eye on their driver, if you can. He's the only person for which I've not accounted. Understood?"[/color]

	The response from the driver was quickly shouted over by another exuberant, "Understood, Lord [b]MAJOR![/b]"

 	It had been a taxing day. [color=b8860b]"Saint Swibert's dangling unmentionables, man! I'm four feet away in a large metal box! Just for once, could you... just..."[/color] He sighed. [color=b8860b]"Parade Escort, Corporal. Arms at the ready. Protect our people. Ah!"[/color] Reginald cut the Corporal off just as he was about to respond. The Lord Major placed a finger over his lips in the universally recognized "Shush" position. In a whisper, he reinforced his nonverbal command, [color=b8860b]"And that's an order, Corporal."[/color] 

	"Yes, Lord [b]MA[/b]..." the Corporal's voice was halted as Reginald started for his gun. He immediately turned to the right and barked a quick order to the soldiery nearby. The Silver Ghost's engine growled to life, and Reginald settled back into his seat. [color=b8860b]"Right then. I do wish I knew the whereabouts of Lady Kingston. She's the only one of our merry Fellowship for which I could not account, and it troubles me. I should dearly like to send a detail to see to her safety. Hmm... But, so long as we have the vehicle to ourselves, is there anything any one of you would prefer to say or discuss on our short jaunt back to Qasr El Nil?"[/color]