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

	Well this was going to take a little while, Aziza looking over at the Lord Major and nodding before she was led away to the private room adjacent to the Clerks office. She was shown over to a seat in front of a desk and rested down in it as the Corporal took her bag from her and the Clerk sat down across from her. 

	While they waited for Aziza to return Peter motioned to the group to go ahead and take a seat where they had been talking earlier. A few drinks were brought over before Peter turned to his uncle. [color=82ca9d]"I am going to go settle in Uncle and then check on Vera,"[/color] he said before turning to the others. [color=82ca9d]"Evening,"[/color] he said with a polite nod before taking his cane and leaning against it as he walked off. 

	(This is said to everyone while they are in there) - [i]"This is the non-disclosure agreement that the Lord Major was speaking about. It is stating that you agree that while being housed here in the barracks or in the company of the men of the King's military, or using anything on the barracks of the Kings military that you will never discuss, write, relay, image, record, or publish anything you see, hear, read to anyone outside of said military and so forth. That to do so is considered treason and/or espionage and can be punished by arrest, imprisonment, and up to death."[/i]

	Aziza nods, it was not the first time she had signed one of these papers while on base. It had just been sometime. She knew the drill. Taking the pen she signed her name and slid the paper back over to him. 

	The Corporal went through Aziza's purse and cataloged the items: 
		Money
		Key
		ID Papers
		Papers for her horse

	"We have to keep this while you are on base," the Corporal said placing the small blade Aziza kept in her purse in a small bag and labeling it Aziza Tarek. Rising from her place they gave her a quick pat down to make sure she was not carrying anything else that needed to be cataloged or retained. Once that was done the door was opened for her and she was escorted back to the group. 

	"Next, ma'am?" the Clerk said before motioning for Josephine to follow him. The same process as before. Reviewing the papers and waiting for Josephine to sign. From her the follow was cataloged:
		Money ($100 British Sterling), Comb, Pocket Mirror, Lipstick, Passport, Perfume, Black Cigarette Holder, Cigarettes, Darkwood Lighter, Pencils. 

	"This we will keep while you are on base," the Corporal said, referring to the Colt 1908 and bullets: which was placed in a bag labeled Josephine Clarke. "The notebook will be returned in the morning after review."

	Afterwhich she was lead out and the process continued to the next and the next. 

	Harry Walsh:
	Cataloged Items: British money, Egyptian Money, Passport, Military papers, pencils, rolling papers, tobacco, lighter
	Kept and Bagged while on base: Colt M1911 and 2 magazines of ammo
	Kept to be returned in morning after review: Notebook

	Haakon J. Elvsgaard:
	Cataloged Items: Satchel, cash, journalist/ID Card, pencils, pocket watch, flask (which the corporal smells and then sips), passport, close
	Kept and Bagged while on base: Camera, Revolver, bullets, type writer 
	Kept to be returned in the morning after review: Notebook, casefiles, notes

	It was clear that things were handled in traditional British order. Women first, followed be any in uniform, then anyone else. Upstairs there was a knock on the door of the room Lauren and Vera were in. The man from earlier wanting to do a quick inventory of Laurens items since she had already signed the papers. Money, hair brush, passport. The book was flipped through to see what it was and then handed back to her. It was rather simple. Vera had nothing on her since she had left her bag at the museum. 

	Aziza when she returned to the group took a seat in an open space and let out a shaky breath. She wanted to turn in for the evening but she decided it was best not to press anything and just wait until everyone was done to ask to turn in. 

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

	"Great deeds are never given to those that expect them, only to those that can actually do the job," Neema said. "I know, a lot to take in. Maybe you believe me, maybe you don't. Maybe I am wrong. Such stories are old, changed from generation to generation by word of mouth. Maybe when the prayer was first said it's original meaning was [i]I like cat,"[/i] Neema chuckled. Reaching out she dipped the rags that had been wrapped around her finger and placed them into the pale tea. Letting it soak the cloth before wrapping Nora's finger with it. It stung for a brief moment and then the pain seeped away. "There we go."

	"You should rest, it has been a long day. I will come by in the morning to bring you breakfast, we can talk then if you want. Worry not, you are safer than you think," she said before stepping over to the door and letting her hand rest on the knob. Turning she looked back over towards Nora and smiled. 

	"The pyramids were not built by magic for gods. They were built by mathematics for man. Or, perhaps, wo-man," she added with a slight wink before opening the door and stepping through it. Pulling it closed behind her she headed back to the kitchen, leaving the tray she had brought up in the room with Nora in case she wanted more.