[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color]The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr] 

[Color=007236]"Well whatever this was, I promise you that no harm shall come to you Miss."[/color] Mahendra said assuringly to Lauren, just feeling a sense of relief that she wasn't actually hurt or harmed in any physical way, though her panic made him concerned of what actually had spooked her outside of the office. He turned to look at Peter as he explained the circumstances. Curious, but still explainable; women tended not to cope with the horrors of war as well as men, gentle creatures as they were. 

[Color=007236]"No need to thank me, Miss Ridgeway. It is quite allri…"[/color] Mahendra had began to say, halfway speaking to Lauren while he took a few steps towards the man coming in through the door. If it was a fellow soldier from The War, Mahendra was ready to greet him like a proper soldier, regardless of his wounds or crippled appearance. But once his eye set on George's eyes…no, one eye while the other remained as still as a snakes' hypnotic stare right before it unleashed its deadly fangs, he couldn't push out the remaining words. And for that matter, his whole body stiffened up. What in the name of Vishnu was this man? No, this was the work of Yama, punishing him for whatever evil deeds Mahendra had done in good faith. What else could it be?

He remained standing stiff as a board for a few more seconds, simply staring terrified at George and struggling to finish his words, before he slowly began to lean backwards. Further and further, until his body couldn't keep itself standing. With a loud thud, the Bengali fell hard on his back, fainted.