[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] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 6:25 Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	
	[b][color=f7976a][u]Museum:[/u][/color][/b] Neema took a step back and then another before making her way down the isle some just to get away from the blood that was pooling out from under the crate. "He was searching for a slip of paper in his pocket and suddenly the crate fell off the top shelf and crashed in onto him. Was the most peculiar thing," Neema said s she watched the crimson flowing on the ground. As Mahendra said he was dead it took a lot in her to say the Egyptian version of [i]no shit Sherlock.[/i]

	Looking over at Lauren she nodded. "Yes, I am fine. Well as fine as one can be right now. Let us go upstairs back to Lady Munns office. I believe we should leave the archieves for the night. Mahendra will need to inform the Curator and the constable of the incident," Neema said as she stood there. Glancing up her eyes narrowed slightly, walking over to the rack she gave it a rather firm hip bump. The shelving didn't wobble a bit. She took note of it before looking over at Josephine. "Oh dear, yes, let's get her up stairs. I have some spirit in my bag we can add to some tea. It will calm the nerves."

	Ahkmed laughed a bit. "Very well Mosi, take my arm then? Or are you to young for that?" he teased as he offered his arm. "We have some time before we..." he said before being cut off as a black roped figure bumped into him and ran passed him. "Hey!" he yelled before noting the person was running away from the museum. The museum was closed, no one but staff should have been inside. That person wasn't the right height or weight to be anyone that would have been inside. The figure jumped on a motor cycle and sped off down the street and was lost in the crowds of traffic. 

	"Come with me, stay close," he told Mosi before darting back into the museum. Something was wrong. 
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Vera[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/a5/51/42a5512c1568ebf7eeb11045b7db0146.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b] Governorate (E/F 10) - Front Door 
[b]Skills:[/b] Focus, Mental Stamina [/center][hr]	
	Vera nodded slightly as she took a deep breath. She had done what they had set out to do. They now had the permit they needed for the expedition. That meant as soon as the Lord Major got everything together they could depart. This was what she had hoped would be the most difficult part of the day. Little did she know just what was going down at the museum. Yet her mind was not on the museum or what could or could not be happening right then. It was on Peter as Nora mentioned him. She suddenly felt far worse than she had when facing the man down for the permit. 

	[color=f7976a]"Yes, it has been a rather interesting day has it not. Let us be on our way. Our gentlemen should be waiting on us outside,"[/color] she said trying to focus more on George in her mind than on Peter. Not having to worry about Peter helped. Focusing on George seemed to calm her as she gathered her wits about her and began to head out of the building. She felt her nerves creeping up again when they reached the door. Hopefully Peter would lead Nora once again, she for some reason did not want to have to face Peter one on one right then. It sent a knot into the pit of her stomach. Odd as it was, thinking of George did not. She figured it was simply because George was not the one courting her. Not that she should mind Peters courtship but something was off. 

	Looking around as they stepped outside Vera quirked a brow. Neither of the men were anywhere to be seen. Stepping off and to the side she kept looking around. [color=f7976a]"I say, I thought they would have returned by now. Should we wait or should we start back?"[/color] she asked Nora as she made her to tuck the permit away for safe keeping. Peter not being there was odd, the man was never late. He was British after all.