[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 (VIP Commons -> Motor Pool -> Front Gate)
[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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        The subtle nod from himself to Vera did not go unnoticed. This was most assuredly not the proper conversation to have in front of a lady who had just lost someone, even if he had suffered the same loss. Reginald's own way of throwing himself into work to deal with grief was not everyone's; he would be well placed to remember that. With a quiet, humble murmur, he intoned, [color=b8860b]"Apologies, yes... So very sorry."[/color] Continuing, he addressed George. [color=b8860b]"Yes please, do join me if you would, Mr. Benaszewski. I should expect to require assistamce of both a moral and physical nature."[/color]

        Reginald stood from the table, leaving it to be cleared by the service staff, and made his way out into the cresting sun of Egypt alongside George. He gave the man an affirming look, one of gratitude and respect. This man knew Peter as a soldier, and was still here to assist in his final preparations. The Lord Major appreciated it highly. 

        Their destination in the interim was the motor pool, where true to orders the vehicle from the previous day was all petroled up and waiting on them, a driver behind the wheel with eyes forward, driving cap and all. As soon as the Lord Major was spotted, the Rolls Royce's engine growled to life and an wnlisted man saw to the opening of the doors to accommodate its intended passengers. 

        Once everyone and everything was appropriately loaded in, the iconic vehicle slowly pulled away from its designated pick-up poont and crept toward the Main Gate, amid a number of personnel snapping to attention and initiating salutes as it passed by. Once at the gates, Reginald and George were greeted by the sights of Lauren and Mahendra requesting access to the Barracks. 

        [color=b8860b]"Miss Ridgeway has billeting here under the VIP wing, you see..."[/color] he said to the guards from his spot in the car, motioning for them to enter. [color=b8860b]"...and Mr. Zalil, though a touch unexpected, works for the Lady Munn at the Museum. Give him guest access, but definitely allow him admittance to Lady Munn. I believe Miss Ridgeway should be headed in that very direction now, yes?"[/color] A bit terse perhaps, but he meant well.[color=b8860b]"Carry on."[/color] 

        The Lord Major then motioned forward, followed by the vehicle lumbering out and onto the streets of Cairo. They had the unpleasant but necessary task of tending to their fallen loved one.