[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Sighing as he continued to stare out of the open window, it wasn't too long before Harry heard a number of footsteps outside his door. Putting out his cigarette, he went toward the door in order to greet whoever was awake, but sighed as he passed the tobacco sitting on the bedside table yet again. The first cigarette had not quite done its job in relieving his stress, and he found himself rolling another, taking a few moments to do so as he slid it comfortably between his lips and lit it, ensuring he was comfortably dressed as he smoked it before moving out into the hallway. By then most of the others had moved off to breakfast, however Harry gave a curt nod to the guard who directed him along.

Moving down to the officers area, he glanced around idly at who was there, letting his gaze rest upon Aziza as he spotted her. Giving her a distant smile, he continued to puff gently on his cigarette as he moved to retrieve some breakfast, taking some tea along with the heartiest plate of food he could gather, at that moment he needed some proper food. Finishing off his cigarette, he stuffed it out in an ash-tray as he passed it, moving over toward Aziza and Haakon whom he could see speaking to her. [b][color=686F91]"Good morning."[/color][/b] He gave everyone a simple greeting, nodding his head curtly toward them all as he moved to take a seat at Aziza's side.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil District - National Hotel -> Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

It wasn't long into William's unexpectedly early morning research that he found he was going in circles. Letting out an irritated sigh, he looked to the time and figured that Vera would ideally be at the Museum by now. Taking a few moments to dress himself and gather his notes and daily goods, he set out, without breakfast, into the street. Oblivious to most of the goings-on of the night before, William paid little attention to the news of the escaped convict, only really taking in enough to get the general gist, rather than any possible mention of the group who had been quite closely involved.

Eventually coming to the Museum, he sighed as he moved up toward the doors. He knew it was not technically open to the public, not yet anyway, but he'd come and gone at odd hours since he arrived, and figured his work carried at least enough sway among those there to be considered more than just 'the public' - if the curator wouldn't let him in alone, he was sure he could send for Vera anyway. And so he knocked firmly upon the doors, waiting for the clerk or whomever might've been there within earshot to come and ideally let him inside.