[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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        Reginald planted himself back into his desk chair and looked up at Haakon as he asked to rejoin his friend in the lobby area. The Lord Major gave a functional but polite smile and responded with a simple, [color=b8860b]"Indeed."[/color] Then his attention went to a superbly ordinary stack of papers that he had set aside just as Peter had arrived for a bit of tea and light discussion, earlier in the morning. They were written mainly in English, but had a free hand script of Arabic in some places. Quite passably ordinary. 

        A knock sounded at the door to the office, invoking a stern, [color=b8860b]"You may enter."[/color] from Reginald. It was one of the soldiers he had sent off to inventory certain supplies, returning with what he hoped would be a full accounting of their stores. Reginald looked over the document, sightooed, and responded to the soldier thusly: [color=b8860b]"Yes, very well and all that, but where, by chance, is the rest of it? You've only given me the portions on uniforms and foodstuffs!"[/color] It wasn't much, but it would serve as decent jumping off point. [color=b8860b]"Nevermind. Just tell the Sergeant to have it ready for me as promptly as he can make it, yes? Off with you, then. There's a good chap."[/color]

        The private flashed a quiet salute and darted back out of the room, intent upon carrying out his last decree as only a British soldier might.