[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 - 6:30 Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	
	[b][color=f7976a][u]Museum:[/u][/color][/b] "Yes we do, why there shouldn't be anyone running out like that," Akhmed said as he rushed back into the museum. Something wasn't right. Reaching the door he had to pull his keys out to unlock the door and let them in. Once they both were inside he locked it behind him so that no one else could get in. Looking around he didn't see the security guard that was supposed to be at the front desk as long as their were people working in the museum. That was odd. Unless the man had gone to the bathroom he should have been there. 

	Neema nodded and started heading out of the archives. This wasn't good. "Let us get her upstairs, and get us all a drink of something," she said as she lead the way. She knew her way around the museum better than the rest of them did. She had worked there for years after all. "There is a couch and a couple of chairs in Lady Munn's office and a bench just outside of it. It should be enough," Neema said as she held open the door of the archives for them. 

	Once they were out of the archives, Neema quickly lead them up to the administration wing and to Veras office, the door was open - which was odd since it had been closed when they left. Stopping outside she looked over towards the rest of them as she pulled back one of the folds of her robes and drew a Khopesh. The woman could have been anywhere from fifty to 200 years old and belonged on a keychain and yet she was holding that weapon with as much familiarity as if she was holding a wooden spoon about to whoop her granchilds ass for running through the house once too many times. 

	The curator yelled out for Akhmed when he spotted him running through the museum. "What in the name of Pharaoh is going on?" he demanded to know. Running was not allowed in the museum, by anyone as far as he was concerned so to have his second in charge running through was very odd to him in deed. 

	"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  -> Heading West
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	Vera looked around. Yes, that had to be it. They were just caught up. Granted it wasn't like Peter not to be very punctual. He was always on time if not early. Yet how well did she really know him anymore. It had been years and he had been through a war. It made her for the first time start to second guess her decision to let him court her. What if he wasn't the man she had known all those years ago anymore? Though that didn't mean it was a bad thing, change yet it did make her know that she really needed to get to know him again before she let things get any further. 

	Looking over to Nora she nodded and smiled a bit, even if nervously. [color=f7976a]"Yes, quite right. Let us go back to the museum. I am sure that Lord Keystone and Mr. Benaszewski are more than able to navigate their way back to the museum if we do not catch a glimpse of them on our way back,"[/color] she said before she continued on her way. Part of her wished they were there, it would have made things simpler. Hopefully when they returned to the museum her uncle was not there and she wouldn't have to answer any questions to where Peter was now. Then again, not having a man with them did feel rather liberating. 

	[color=f7976a]"Now that we have the permit, as long as we can get everything situated, we could actually be on our way very quickly. I must admit I am very excited about all of this, even if it is surrounded by hokum. It should make for an interesting new adventure,"[/color] she said as she nearly tripped over her own two feet but she managed to catch herself at the last moment and just kept walking. She was so used to being as she was, it was just second nature to pick herself up again.