[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] Qasr El Nil Barracks [/center][hr][hr]
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	[color=b8860b][i]"...where the devil is that blasted doctor...?"[/i][/color] thought Reginald, his gaze drifting from Vera on the ground to the door nearest the building's exterior. Granted, it wasn't the Doc's fault that it took a soldier more than a minute to scuttle along to Medical, explain the situation, and hurry back; but the Lord Major was in a mindset of decided contrariness until such time as he knew Vera was going to be okay. Speaking of which, the one attempt to rouse the woman without hands lain upon her or her face being poked by persons lacking medical training was underway. Apprehensive curiosity took the man. Such an attempt seemed valid - he had been subjected to it one or twice, or seven or eight(y) times over the course of his drinking career, though much of the time it resulted in spewing abdominal gravy about the floorboards. Of course, that was due to an overabundance of drink, not whatever was afflicting Vera. Hopefully, if successful, the floorboards would remain unsullied. 

	Then the oddest thing occurred: Reginald picked up the greater part of a short conversation taking place within a couple meters of himself. It was surreal, bordering on the truly unbelievable; persons under the protection and scrutiny of the Royal Military were openly discussing [i]The Curse[/i] and dropping names involved with their little venture in front of non-military, indigenous personnel [i]in direct violation of their Papers of Nondisclosure[/i]. Not to mention the fact that they seemed to have renewed an interest in Peter again. The Lord Major looked over to the pair with an incredulous look bearing down upon them. They didn't necessarily have to be great friends, but some professional courtesy was demanded in this instance. Particularly as the penalty for doing so was [i]severe[/i], self-preservation might have been an acceptable motivation. 

	It looked very much like they were bound and determined to railroad their efforts. If the local constabuary got word of this before they were comfortably underway, they had problems. Reginald gave a sidelong glance to the representative from the Cairo Prison to see if he was reacting to anything that had been said thusfar. With luck, he was distracted by an English Breakfast and his adoptive niece falling to the floor. Fingers crossed. This would definitely be addressed after Vera was seen to.