[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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	The reiteration of Peter's determination to do what he chose with his portion of the family's fortune (plus his own formidable back salary, Reginald wagered) set well with the Lord Major, who responded with pragmatic support. [color=b8860b]"Well spoken, sir! Tower of London, indeed. My dear brother, [i]your father[/i], was always the stodgy sort. Everything proper and level, no sense of adventure. I have always believed that the dashing good looks and social graces of our generation was wasted on him, though I do find myself abundantly pleased that he has passed both along to you, Peter. To Hell with convention and to Hell with propriety, lad!"[/color] 

	Reginald rose from his desk, vigor streaking through his otherwise tired and portly physique. For a moment, he looked like a younger man; one ready to set forth into the great, wide beyond, a boy journeying to the encompassing call to arms and glory. [color=b8860b]"We are about to set upon a grand adventure, Peter! The greatest test a man can give himself, to pit his mettle against forces both mundane and preternatural! Yes! The overt declaration of solid self-determination; to set goals for one's self and [i]destroy them[/i], etching one's name in the chapters of history! Discovery! Exploration! Glory of martial victories! What ho, lad?"[/color] 

	Clearing his throat, Reginald took his seat again. [color=b8860b]"Apologies, Peter. It seems my enthusiasm often gets the better of my common sense. But the spirit of my words is valid. If you are willing to fund, then I am willing to accept. If you find yourself in the unfortunate situation of slipping into financial disaster, worry not. I shall ensure that you live your remaining days in the manner expected of a noble Keystone, you see."[/color] 

	His voice much more reserved after his dramatic outburst, he waited patiently until Peter had spoken the remainder of his piece. he followed it up with, [color=b8860b]"No no, lad. I am waiting for word back from two different sources right here in my office, and I must get on the phone besides to solicit assistance from my branch equivalent elsewhere in the Cairo area. You run along to the Museum. If you need a better excuse to visit Vera, tell her you're personally fetching that list for me."[/color] 

	Perhaps it was the fervor with which the Lord Major had pitched himself just moments before, but it seemed that Peter, ordinarily a genteel man with a good head for vocabulary [i]actually[/i] used a touch of profanity. Reginald was shocked, to say the least. [color=b8860b]...but, but we're British...[/color] he [i]wanted[/i] to say, but instead tried to look beyond his little bluster. [color=b8860b]Of course, yes. Any friend of yours, Peter. But if you would? Same security protocol of [i]every[/i] visitor, however. Have at it, then."[/color]
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	Meanwhile, back at the Prison, The Corporal and the representative from Legal were having just the swellest time alternating between sitting inside of the Rolls Royce and standing around it, killing time. There had been a reasonable expectation that the two of them would be allowed to be present for the questioning of their two charges, but it seemed that the courtesy of Cairo's municipal bodies had waned as of late. As such, our benevolent Corporal spent his time tapping the buttons on his uniform, rifling through his pockets for lint and bits of loose change, and limbering up his voice. 

	"Me me me meeeeeeee..." Pause for momentary throat clear, "La la la LA la la laaaaaa..." Sadly, he appeared to have a distinct lack of vocal ability, except burst volume. "Do Re Mi Fa So La Te ... [i]Sod it...[/i]" 

	He cleared his throat again, continuing, "La la la la - Lo lo lo lo... Looo-o-o-o- ooord MAAAAAAJOR!" Yep, that outta do it. 
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