[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 11:15 A.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks:[/i][/b][/color] Vera nodded towards Lauren. [color=f7976a]"Most assuredly. I feel right as rain. I will just be a moment,"[/color] she said. She did feel better. Peter was off trying to find his uncle, William was not around, though she doubted that had anything to do with her health. She had just drank too much the night before and the food and smells of the morning breakfast combined with the activity and mystery from the night before had just been too much. That was all it was. 

	Walking through the barracks quickly she went to her room to retrieve her things and made her way back over to Lauren in the main courtyard. [color=f7976a]"I believe I have everything. We should hurry so that I can prepare for the Lady Kingston's arrival at the museum. I do not think we should bother Uncle Regi with a car, it is but a short walk to the museum from here. The fresh air will do me good,"[/color] she said before she began to head for the gate. 

	Turning slightly she spotted William standing there... Placing her hand on her stomach she swallowed slightly before feigned a smile towards Lauren. [color=f7976a]"So, um, shall we be off?"[/color] she asked. Was he coming with them still or was he just awaiting for a ride to leave and go about his usual prowling? She didn't ask, though she wanted to know she also didn't. She could feel her face warming as she walked. 

	Aziza smiled somewhat and nodded. She was glad that Harry was so understanding and easy to speak with but she didn't want to air her dirty laundry as it was in public. Reaching down she took his hand into her own, her fingers lacing with his as she led him towards her room from the night before. Perhaps it wasn't exactly proper to be alone with a man in her room but it was the best she could think of right then. Privacy was more important to her at that moment than propriety. 

	Once they were in the room and the door was closed she sat down in a chair by a small table and let out a shaky breath. [color=a187be]"I was married..."[/color] she started, figuring it was best to put that out there. She told him of the arranged marriage, how young she had been, about her son. About how he had been taken from her and how they had nearly stoned her to death when she fled the village. How her husband divorced her, false accusations of adultery, and how she had been in hiding since then for fear of her life. It was a lot for her to speak about, pulling at her fingers and biting her bottom lip from time to time as she tried not to cry when she spoke of her beautiful son who she missed so much and how she was afraid that if her name got out into some story that people read that she might be killed, that the attack last night had to come from someone sent by her ex-husband. 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Road To The Prison:[/i][/b][/color] Once the two were loaded up the back door was closed to the make shift cage on the truck. The guards at the back of the truck gave a quick thump on the side and the representative motioned for them to go, keeping a slow enough pace with the drive for the Corporal to be able to keep up behind them with the traffic out in the streets of Cairo. 

	Looking back through the small barred window he eyed Josephine and Haakon. "Interview... Oh yes, my mistranslation. English is such a difficult language. I believe the word I am looking for is... oh, how to say this..." he muttered rubbing his chin before the driver said something quietly under his breath. 

	"Yes, that I believe is correct," the representative said before continuing. "Interrogation," he said flatly but with this odd smile before turning around in his seat and facing forward. Seemed there was more going on than what initially appeared. 

	[color=f7976a][i][b]The Road To The Museum:[/b][/i][/color] "Hello," Neema said brightly as she walked over to the little food perch where Rosheen was. The redhead stepping into the house proper before emerging from the side door and walking into the side street where everyone was to embrace Neema. The two hugged for a moment and exchanged the usual pleasantries. Momentarily ignoring their respective talking companions before Neema looked over towards Nora and smiled to her. "Oh excuse me. Nora, this is Rosheen, a friend of mine," she said, feeling a bit silly for ignoring Nora the way she did. "Rosheen, this is Nora Kingston. Lady and how do you all say? Scientist?" she asked trying to figure out the right word. 

	"Pleasure to meet you," Rosheen said kindly. "Can I offer you two some..." she started before she was cut off by the boisterous man behind the counter. 

	"Yes! Please sit, please eat, wonderful today!" he called out. 

	"Oh shh you, peddle your food on someone else," Neema chortled. "He never stops does he?" she asked Rosheen. 

	"Never," Rosheen laughed. "Where are you headed?" she asked. 

	"The museum actually."