[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] Streets of Cairo -> Anglo American Hospital
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Thank you, my good sir."[/color] said the Lord Major quietly, nodding at George. It was not his place to hold the door open for the old man, seeing as he was not British, let alone British Military, there was no obligation on his part to show undue courtesy. Perhaps, that is why it might be considered actual courtesy and not respect given because of rank. Such things were excellent perks, but ultimately forced politeness always seemed to be a little tarnished. He climbed out of the Rolls-Royce and stood for just a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the Cairo sun before walking toward the main doors of the hospital. 

	His gait strengthened and shoulders took on a more authoritative posture the closer that he got to the building. Whether it was just the Lord Major playing a role or refusing to look beaten and downtrodden out of respect for his family (last respects, specifically), he began to look very much like the solid and indomitable Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone that the people under his command would recognize. Reginald entered the hospital and quickly located the front information desk. With crisp, direct words, he inquired of the clerk behind the desk, [color=b8860b]"Good morning. I am Lord Major Keystone of His Majesty's Royal Air Corps and Commanding Officer of the Qasr El Nil Barracks. My purpose here is to claim the remains of Peter Keystone. To whom do I make inquiry?"[/color]