[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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        While not as thoroughly unpleasant as it could have been, the air i side of Reginald's office did not fully agree with him. That is to say, in hus younger years, he might have referred to the room as [color=b8860b]"...a trifle rump-stuffy, my good man..."[/color] and gone about his business without much in the way of followup comment. But this was the office of a Lord Major! The impression of the British Empire here in Cairo hung upon the orderly business and impression left on visitors coming to see any him. His role as a dutiful Commanding Officer lay partially in the order of his office. This would have to be rectified, however comparatively mild it may be. 

        The Lord Major rose and turned to his windows. They overlooked the Nile, after a fashion. Good view. Good lighting. And thankfully, they could open. He did so without delay, and set himself to locating an atomizer of jasmine water he swore he saw in here nary a day ago. 

        Then it happened. A knock sounded from his door. Ordinarily, this would be the very thing he would ignore, unexpected visitors to his office. He had no other appointments except for two enlisted men who were due for reports, but they weren't expected for a bit. This time, however, the dulcet voice of Aziza Tarek could be heard announcing herself. This was bad. 

        [color=b8860b]"Yes! Just a moment, my dear!"[/color] he called, eyes popping open wide with alarm and urgently flapping his report toward the open window in wide, scooping motions, desperately trying to fan the lesser evil away. [color=b8860b]"Yes, just one..."[/color] he began, now giving up the attempt to move air around and searching furiously through his desk drawers for that atomizer. [color=b8860b]Damn and be-blast that foul thing!"[/color] he muttered, scramblong through the notepads and documents, rifling away past the blotters and ink refills. He found it, at last, behind an old set of boxed fountain pens, a good long ago gift from some dignitary or another. 

        Reginald let out a triumphant [color=b8860b]"AHA!"[/color] and began spritzing the air around him, walking carefully to the door. He tucked the atomizer behind his back and plastered a welcoming smile onto his face, then opened the door with as much grace as he could muster. [color=b8860b]"Miss Tarek! What a pleasant surprise, [i]do[/i] come in and take a chair, please! Now, to what do I owe the honor of your most [i]welcome[/i] presence?"[/color] 

        Yup. Nailed it.