[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 - 12:45 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks:[/i][/b][/color] Peter chuckled a bit as he rubbed his chin. [color=82ca9d]"No one can keep things under wraps it is a Keystone,"[/color] he assured his uncle before leaning forward and tapping his finger on the desk. [color=82ca9d]"As far as this expedition goes. Spare no expense. Whatever the crown won't cover, I will."[/color] Peters voice was firm and he had a look of determination in his eyes. It wasn't a look he had gotten before the war, that was not unless he was spouting off at his father that he would do what he wished, when he wished. It wasn't defiance as much as it was him exuding that he meant what he said with every fiber of his being. 

	Sighing he leaned back in his seat and stared off at the window, a flash of pain becoming visible in his eyes. [color=82ca9d]"Whatever this expedition is, whatever you all are after, it doesn't matter to me. I just want this for Vera. She has more smarts than ten men I know in this area. She should have been leading these for the last decade. Screw what the ton, the world, or even the crown says. For once that woman is going to be happy doing what she loves and the consequences can stuff it,"[/color] he added, with a slight chuckle at the end. Turning to look back at his uncle he smiled slyly. [color=82ca9d]"They can come after me for all I care, there is nothing they can do to me that hasn't already been done."[/color]

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Gheit el Idda:[/i][/b][/color]  [i]Slap him?[/i] The words rang in her ears as the world seemed to slow down around her. She couldn't fathom a single action or word he could utter that would cause her to slap him. It wasn't that she hadn't ever slapped someone before. In fact she had laid her open palm quite readily across the cheek of the Lord Major Keystone when they first met. Propositioning her had caused her hand to fly and land square against the mans skin with a loud smack. It had been the start of a rather odd friendship between them. But Sgt. Walsh? Even if he did the same she probably would have just gawked at him. 

	As Harry placed his hand on her cheek, she began to understand as he came closer to her. Aziza could feel her breath catching and her heart slowly starting to beat harder in her chest. When his lips touched hers she felt a jolt, as if she had just been smacked but from within. The dancer hadn't been kissed since her husband and his kisses were anything but welcome. They were harsh, cold, and caused her stomach contents to rise and bubble. Yet it was Harry kissing her. It was warm, caring, consuming. Her arms slipped up his chest and over his shoulders, drawing herself closer as she returned the kiss, returning a kiss willingly and wantonly for the first time. 
 
	[color=f7976a][b][i]The Prison:[/i][/b][/color] The warden eyed Josephine and gave her a hungry smirk. "Well then, it seems I must speak with this Mr. Walsh. To clear your and name and all," he said s he leaned up and laced his fingers together as he rested his hands on his desk. "But that can wait. I am sure we can think of several things to do to pass the time," he added as his eyes trailed down and looked at everything but her face. 

	The interrogator rose from his seat without a word and stepped over to the door. Opening it slowly and stepping out. It closed behind him and the sound of the lock clicking echoed. It was but a few steps before he was at the wardens door and knocking. The warden growled slightly and his eyes shot to the door before he yelled out something in his native tongue. The door opened and the interrogator peeked his head in before moving over to the warden. The two conversed in the language they knew best, going back and forth for a moment. Every so often the wardens eyes would go back to Josephine. The warden grumbled and nodded, waving the interrogator off. A moment later he was out of the office and back into the room with Haakon. 

	"And this man that was with you, a Mr. Walsh?" he began. "Another reporter? Another adventure seeker taking the law into his own hands? Stolen key perhaps?" he said as he stepped slowly back over to the other side of the room.  

	[color=f7976a][b][i]The Museum:[/i][/b][/color] As the delivery man rushed off towards the back of the museum and towards the offices Ahkmed turned his attention back to Mosie as she addressed him. "Khopesh," he said with some slowness in his voice. Her pronunciation wasn't entirely off but there was a slight need of correction. "Ahh, yes, if you will just follow me I can show you to our weapons collection upstairs," he said before motioning for her to follow him. 

	Nothing but a quit jaunt up the stairs and down the west displays before he lead her to a large case against a wall with roughly a dozen Khopesh in it. "Here we are. As you can see we have a nice variety here on display dating back through many Kingdoms of Egypt." His brow lifted a bit before he glanced over to Mosi. "It may be a bit difficult to get a full sketch of them due to the display I am sad to say but I hope this will do well enough."

	[color=f7976a]"Oh,"[/color] Vera said a bit surprised. A female assistant? That was that old? Shaking off her surprise she sighed a bit. [color=f7976a]"I'm sorry. Do forgive me. Please, join us. Just give me a moment, I am behind today and I must apologize once again,"[/color] she added as she began to move to set up for the luncheon. She started to trip over her feet. Neema quickly held her hands out and took the tray from the librarian before it went spilling all over the room. Vera caught herself and felt like kicking something. [color=f7976a]"I am sorry, I am all a fuddle,"[/color] she growled.

	"No need to worry. Sit yourself, I'll serve," Neema said in a firm grandmotherly voice. Looking over at Nora she smiled a bit, with a look of [i]better I do unless we want to wear this lunch[/i] on her face. "Now don't you worry about a thing. I am sure everything will be fine. Men just like to mark their territory is all," she teased, not knowing that William and Vera were not an item. 

	Vera's mouth lay agape at Neema's words but was cut off form saying anything as a knock came to her door. [color=f7976a]"Um, yes, come in,"[/color] she said half spaced out. The delivery man entered and smile at the women in the room. 

	"Ladies," he said nodding a bit at first. "I have a delivery here for a Lady Munn." Vera looked confused but stepped over and took the flowers. Tipping his hat he stepped out and left. Vera looked down at them and ran her fingers over the petals. She stepped absentmindedly over to her desk and set them down. Removing the card and reading over it.