[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 - 12:25 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks:[/i][/b][/color] [color=82ca9d]"Of course uncle Regi, mums the word,"[/color] Peter said as he sat there. He was still unsure that perhaps that he and Vera had let their cheese slip off their cracker but it only made him want to be around them that much more to make sure that they were alright. Leaning forward he rested his cane against the side of his chair and then clasped his hands together. 

	[color=82ca9d]"So, what all do you need to me do?"[/color] he asked, ready to get things under way. He had no idea just what his uncle needed of him right then but if he was going to be there he might as well be of help. Sure he couldn't move like he used to and his pain was pretty much constant, he could still do things. Perhaps he would be a little slower than others lifting this and doing that but he would get the job done. 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Streets of Cairo:[/i][/b][/color] Walking along side Harry, Aziza smiled a bit as she looked over to him. Worry was still racing through her mind but having him next to her put her at ease some. The streets were alive right then and she hoped that the crowds would keep whoever attacked her either too busy to get close to her or she could blend in enough to not be noticed. The thought made her pull her shawl up and over her head, tucking her hair beneath it. There was the thought though that perhaps since she had spent the night at the barracks instead of home that whoever it had been wouldn't even know where she was. 

	As they approached their side of town, she felt herself getting a little bit more nervous. Her eyes darting about as they approached a corner and turned down the next road. [color=a187be]"Get your things first?"[/color] she asked a bit nervously. It was clear she was avoiding going to her home for as long as possible. She knew they would eventually have to do there, she had to get her things and her horse but still, a few more minutes delay couldn't hurt. Right?

	[color=f7976a][b][i]The Prison:[/i][/b][/color] "Heat is good for the skin, makes you glow," the warden said, smiling broadly towards Josephine, so much in fact it was clear that he had a few morals missing towards the back of his mouth. Leaning forward he kept eying her as he ran his tongue over his dry lips. "Oh but this is very interesting. How did such a swan like creature such as yourself get into your friends room? Must have been quiet the feat," he said, motioning for her to continue as he stood up and poured her a mug of water, slipping it over to her as his eyes drifted down her body hungrily. 

	At this point it was hard to say who was getting the worse end of the deal. Josephine by being obviously devoured by the wardens eyes or Haakon who was locked in a room that smelt of blood and other things. The interrogator leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, continue. Just who was the other associate that opened the door? Their room? And how did you apprehend him?" he said as he sat there. This were the prison folk, not the police or the help from the King's Army that Abbas had been turned over to at the hotel. 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]The Museum:[/i][/b][/color] Looking over towards Mosi, Ahkmed smiled. "Oh yes, of course. Feel free to sketch and take notes to your hearts desire. Our museum is here to educate and for people to research. All we ask is that you do not touch anything," he said. "There are benches through out the museum you can sit on to sketch if you would like or a stool could be fetched if you would rather," he added as he stood there. A couple came over, speaking in the local language before glancing down at the boy in their company. Nodding he replied to them and held up a finger. "Do excuse me, must help them for a moment," he said in an apologetic voice as the child stood there doing the potty dance; it was a universal language.

	"Oh, I would never," Neema said in a serious voice before her lips broke into a smile and she chuckled to herself. Rounding the corner she patted Nora on the arm as they made their way down the hall. Stepping towards Vera's office and peeking in, her brow rose a bit seeing the two people already in there. She had no idea who they were but as far was as far as she was concerned, Lauren was Vera. "Is this the right room?" she asked as she looked over towards Nora. 

	[color=f7976a]"Lady Kingston?"[/color] Vera's voice came from behind them, she was pushing a small cart with a tea set on it as well as some food. Her eyes were blood shot and slightly puffy and her nose looked like it had been rubbed raw a bit. [color=f7976a]"Oh do forgive me for not being here when you arrived, I was just down stairs retrieving our..."[/color] she started to say as she stopped in front of her door and spotted William with his feet on her desk. 

	[color=f7976a]"What are you doing!?!"[/color] she snapped, pushing passed the door, leaving the cart where it was and storming over to him. [color=f7976a]"Have you no respect??! For the museum, for history..."[/color] she said as she stopped in her tracks. Looking down at her desk she snatched a frame out from under the papers where his boots were propped. Her hand coming to her lips quickly. It was a picture of her and her uncle at the dig site when King Tut's tomb had been first opened. The glass had sheered right through one part of the picture and scratched up her uncles face. She started to tremble as several heavy tears spilled down her right cheek. [color=f7976a]"Get out..."[/color] she growled through clenched teeth.