[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d03fc8a9229db3193e86bfc3b3c8b536/tumblr_nkhkysMc5r1uokpato5_540.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

When it came to Harrys turn, he moved into the office in his usual military fashion, having to force himself not to give the Clerk behind the desk a salute as he approached. [b][color=686F91]"Most of this should be in order."[/color][/b] He'd comment plainly, setting out his standard items first, his notebook, cigarettes, papers, all that usual junk before he reached into his jacket. Drawing out his handgun, he went through the effort for the clerk, drawing the slide back to eject the cartridge within, sliding the magazine out as he set it onto the desk, along with his spare magazine, gently nudging them across the table to be taken by the clerk.

He'd been through scenarios like this often enough, on both sides of the table, he knew how the protocol was meant to go, and he planned to get through it as quickly as he could. Reaching over once his things were laid out for the clerk to look at, he picked up the pen and signed the NDA which had been laid out before him. He'd seen them before, had no need to read it in detail or really at all, he had no plan of violating it that evening. Setting down his signature, he gave the paper a tap with the pen and slid it back over along with the pen, sitting back while the Clerk finished up before taking some of his items back. [b][color=686F91]"Thank you, chap."[/color][/b] He'd give the Clerk a nod and a smile once he finished up, moving to stand and heading back out in search of Aziza, not planning to leave her side until he knew she was comfortably in bed for the evening.