[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] The Museum - Vera's Office -> Front Doors
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr][center][hider=Qasr El Nil Barracks]
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[color=dimgray][sub]Egyptian Museum located at the top right, diagonally across the street from the Barracks.[/sub][/color]
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	Being a stalwart example of stiff-upper-lippage, Reginald maintained the quiet dignity befitting his age and office despite the emotional equivalent of a desert whirlwind that had beset him over the past two days. Give him an enemy to mow through or a mechanical difficulty to fix, he was your man. Need help planning a three pronged, amphibious and air assault upon a stronghold occupied by the most ungentlemanly sort of armed contingent? Ask the Lord Major! Hell, he'd even hop in a Bristol aircraft and let fly the first fusillade whilst waving the Union Jack and bellowing out "God Save the King". But this? No, he was not accustomed to this type of uncertainty and senseless loss. As soon as the others had shuffled out of the door, Reginald hung his head and let his shoulders droop. He was not happy. 

	On his way out, the Lord Major stopped to have a word with the Curator. [color=b8860b]"My good man, Lady Munn has marked some items that she wished to be brought to the Barracks for safekeeping. It involves the expedition. I've a few men on their way for armed transport to one of our safe rooms. If you have anything else that you wish to be removed to the safety of the Crown's Military, if only for the time being, please let them know when they arrive. Likewise, if you wish for secure accommodation until the noise around this abates, I shall be most satisfied to provide. Perhaps a good meal and a glass of decent spirits, as well? It has been a trying day."[/color] In truth, Reginald had obligation to remain at the Barracks, and if he returned on his own and Peter was still unaccounted for through the night, it was very likely that the Lord Major would wake up on a padded booth in the Officers' Club come morning. It [i]had[/i] happened before. A few times. Further obligation of a guest might remind him of propriety. 

	At the door, Reginald could see the approach of a squad of twelve men with rifles, led by a very vocal Corporal. [color=b8860b]"Yes, here they come now. Loud fellow, but quite expedient when on task."[/color] He breathed heavily, just vaguely aware that he still held the address where he might reach Vera and the others. It wasn't in his nature to worry, generally. Tonight was different. He very much wished that he would have to send word to that address, and soon.