[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 - 12:15 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks:[/i][/b][/color] [color=a187be]"Roach?"[/color] Aziza asked as she stepped over to the door and nodded to him as he asked if they should head out. Looking out of the door she made her way down the stairs and back through the courtyard towards the gate. [color=a187be]"Is that a pet?"[/color] she asked curiously before stopping at the gate and letting the guard know they were leaving for a bit to gather personal items and that they would return soon, asking that a message be delivered to the Lord Major to let him know before she continued out of the barracks in and out into Cairo proper. 

	Smiling nervously towards Harry she slipped her arm through his. Being out on the street again was making her a bit on edge, it didn't matter that it was the middle of the day. So much was going through her mind. What of the jewelry and the markings, what of the attack on her, what of Abbas breaking into her room, of Josephine and Haakon? Right then she just wanted to rush back into the safety of the barracks but this was something that needed to be done. And at least once they were finished she would have her stallion with her. She had no doubt that the Lord Major would allow her to keep him on the barracks. They had horses there and she had ridden her horse there several times instead of walking. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Uncle, have you been hitting the Sherry already today?"[/color] Peter asked, a bit surprised that his uncle seemed to be spouting off tales of magic and sorcery. Brands, dreams, the like. It all sounded rather outrageous to someone who hadn't been experiencing any of it. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Dreams of jackals? Heavens no. If my dreams do go to war it is to the great war but those are memories I would just rather lock away and never think of again,"[/color] he said as he sat there. Was he actually hearing all this hookum from his uncle? [color=82ca9d]"Vera is speaking like this as well? Pray tell me you two haven't gone and joined a cult,"[/color] he asked as leaned forward a bit. He knew his uncle to be an honest man but he had been known toe stretch the truth a bit when it came to embellishing his tales. Maybe old age and sherry had finally pickled his dear uncles mind. Yet, that would explain Vera believing all of this as well. She was the most sensible and grounded woman he had ever met. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Only details I have is a dinner I am planning for Vera this evening for her and I,"[/color] he stated with a chuckle. 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]The Prison:[/i][/b][/color] The man interrogating Haakon sat back and listened to what the man had to say, his facial expression gave nothing away. He just sat there with a blank look on his face. The man must have had a wonderful time playing poker and giving nothing away. In the middle of Haakon speaking the door opened and another man came in with a note pad and a pen. Setting them down in front of the interrogator. The man still didn't move nor acknowledge the other man as he came in, set the things down, and walked back out. The only thing he did was answer Haakon when he asked if he would like him to continue. "Yes," was all he said without a hint of emotion in his voice. 

	The warden however sat there oogling Josephine as he sat there picking his teeth as he listened. "So you didn't see him kill anyone?" he asked as he sat there grinning, leaning forward a bit as he spoke. "So you follow a man you didn't see kill anyone into your friends room? Well, how did you do that? He leave the door open?" he asked, still grinning at the Hollywood actress. His grin widened a bit as he leaned forward even more, still staring at her like she was a piece of meat. 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]The Museum:[/i][/b][/color] Inside the museum there was so much to see. There was plenty on display upstairs but the main floor was basically all from King Tut's tomb. So much had been found and it had brought in many people to want to see and study that the main floor was now dedicated to the largest find in Egyptian History. Neema made her way through the main area and towards the back of the museum. Passing so much - [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5b/42/8e/5b428e58addd760951a084dc3ea6c2be.jpg]Overall Image 1[/url], [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/88/95/62/88956264da80cfbaaeaff70d271c6137--egypt-museum-cairo-museum.jpg]Overall Image 2[/url], [url=http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2014/07/24/article-2704097-1FE7B44800000578-565_634x436.jpg]King Tuts Mask[/url], [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/40/d4/43/40d4434b8223deec3eb6814cebd70259--cairo-museum-tutankhamun.jpg]King Tuts Burial Throne[/url], [url=http://www.dw.com/image/18881593_303.jpg]King Tuts Sarcophagus[/url], [url=http://kingtutone.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/king-tut-mummy.jpg]King Tuts Mummy[/url] - And this was barely scratching the surface of what was in front of people just as they stepped into the main hall. 

	A man dressed in a suit with a fez on his head glanced towards Moshi. He smiled at her and gave her a slight bow. "Do you need help ma'am?" he asked as he stepped away from one of the pillars and towards her, his badge for being part of the museum staff clipped over his front jacket pocket. "I am Ahkmed," he said introducing himself. 

	Neema smiled over towards Nora. "Oh he goes on. Don't mind him. I used to be an assistant of his a life time ago," she said but there was a bit of a twinkle in her eye. It was obvious that those two had once been more than just co-workers as it were. "He was far more of a trouble causer than I ever was," she chuckled thinking back to her days in the field. "We were together at the discovery I am wanting you to have a better look at."