[hr][center][h1][color=ed1c24][b][b][i]End Of Day[/i][/b][/b][/color][/h1][hr][/center][hr]	

	The havoc of the day in Cairo was winding down and the sun had long set. It was late in the evening and threatening to breech into the next day by the time the interviews and such were completed. Once the last person was interviewed and items were cataloged the Clerk sat at his desk and went over the papers. Something one of them said raising a red flag in his book and he made a quick call to somewhere outside of the barracks. He needed to look into things a bit more. Looking down at the papers he pushed off some graphite from one of the papers, rolling it between his fingers as the phone was held in his other hand to his ear. 

	"Yes, that would be wonderful. I thank you," he said before hanging up the phone. 

	In her room Vera bid Lauren goodnight and let out a sigh of relief before grabbing some more aspirin and curling up in bed. She was beyond tired and sleep came quickly. The only good thing about her lack of ability to hold her liquor was that it kept her mind from being able to focus on everything that had happened. It swirling far too much to complete a full thought and she found she was asleep before her head even hit the pillow. 

	Out in the front courtyard of the barracks Aziza was glad that things were wrapping up. The steward coming down now that he had finished dropping off the paper work with the clerk and ready to escort each person to their private quarters for the evening. "Lord Major, your Nephew has turned in for the evening. Lady Munn and Miss Ridgeway are in the diplomats special receiving quarters down the hall from you and the Lord Captain has taken the room next to your own," he informed Reginald respectfully. "The Lieutenant wishes a word with you in the morning concerning the paper work," he added before turning to their guests. 

	"I have arranged that each of you to have private quarters in the Northern Central wing of the barracks. It is nothing extravagant but I hope you will find it comfortable for the evening. If you will follow me, baths have been drawn for each of you," he added before motioning for them to follow. Aziza smiled over towards Harry before falling into step behind the Steward. He lead them through the main run of the buildings to the central north courtyard and then turned north. Going straight up to the central northern area of the barracks and up the stairs to the second floor. Showing each one of them their rooms for the evening. 

	Each room was set up with a window facing out to the north. The Nile could be seen over the rail road tracks to the west, and the museum to the north east. Granted these quarters were not as nice as Vera and Laurens, they were nice and well kept. A two room visitors quarters. A small sitting room which held a tray of food and some wine, in the bedroom area there was a claw foot bathtub with steaming water in it. It was minimal but comfortable. He set up the rooms girl, boy, girl, boy. Aziza in the room closest to the Suites and Officers quarters, then Harry to the room on the right. Then Josephine to his right, and finally Haakon. 

	"Please do get something to eat, and rest. Reveille comes early around here. Breakfast will be served in the Officers Club for you all at 7 am promptly. There will be guards posted along the walk way here," he said pointing to several who were already keeping watch, their usual positions: armed. "Should you need anything this evening, please let one of them know and they will fetch me or my relief. I bid you good evening," he said before walking off. 

	Aziza looked over towards Harry and bit her bottom lip before quickly moving in and hugging him tightly. [color=a187be]"Thank you, for everything,"[/color] she stated softly before looking over towards Josephine and Haakon. [color=a187be]"Goodnight,"[/color] she said kindly before slipping into her room and shutting the door. Turning the lock she looked around. She was ready to get some sleep but first things were first. A quick bite to eat and a bath were welcome, as well as a glass of wine. Once that was taken care of Aziza's head found the pillow and her eyes drifted close. Sleep was rough that night for her but she slept nonetheless.