[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 5th, 1924 - 12:05 a.m. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center]
	Akhmed was more than happy to escort Josephine to the barracks and be at her disposal for any and all attention she needed. The mans eyes were star stuck to be sure. At the gate to the barracks they were welcomed in, as Josephine had stayed there the night before. They knew Akhmed since he had been working closely with the Lady Munn for sometime. Not to say he didn't receive the ninth degree from the gate before he was let in but it seemed more to tease the man than anything. He didn't care though, as long as he was let in with Josephine in the end. Which he was and he quickly escorted her to her room, making sure to go in with her. One couldn't be too careful today. He had to make sure no one was waiting for the woman in her room, in the closet, under the bed, or even between the sheets. He was very thorough. 

	Vera had walked with them to the gate but kept back a few paces. She didn't want to interrupt them. Feeling it was better to stay back a piece. She had split off at the museum to gather a few papers and such and arrived back at the barracks a few minutes after they had gone through the gate. She was given no issues coming in but as she glanced over her shoulder she spotted George, he looked.... horrible. And there was no sign of Peter as she stood there and waited for him to be let through the gate. 

	She felt a knot forming in the pit of her stomach as he came towards her. Half of his face covered by his mask but the single eye that looked in her direction refused to make direct eye contact with her. Reaching out to him she shook her head slightly and tried to speak but nothing came from her. He couldn't say thing in response either just nodding slightly. His arms wrapping around her gently and they both began to walk silently towards the officers club. 

	Entering it, Vera found herself having to be half carried to a plush chair and sat down. She refused to look up from the ground. Mr. Benaszewski stepped over to Reginald and there was a slight grunt from him. [color=598527]"Lord Major.... Sir...mmm.. There was a fire..."[/color] he said before he pulled out a chair and seated himself. He had much to explain.