[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 -> Qasr El Nil Barracks
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	As the Lord Major's conveyance smoothly pulled up to the main vehicle entrance of the Qasr El Nil Barracks. It was generally customary for approaching personnel to show documentation of some kind, papers of intent or orders or some such, but considering the nature of the arrival and the fact that it was the base's Commanding Officer, things could slide. George had already gotten the affirmative earlier, and the man who gave it was in the car with him. The guards merely raised a salute and opened the gates to allow the Rolls-Royce to enter unhindered. 

	Now, the vehicle that pulled up [i]behind[/i] them did get the full treatment. It appeared to be a more local conveyance, an older model of German or Austrian construction that was repurposed as a light transport vehicle. Reginald looked back as the truck began to gather the attention of more and more guards, but he didn't give any orders. Either the driver had the necessary paperwork or he just put his life in the hands of the watch Sergeant's judgement. [color=b8860b]"That is most likely the additional supplies I ordered from closer sources. Luxury items, creature comforts, sundries, and the like for our little adventure."[/color] he explained to his own driver and George. Focusing purely on the man behind the wheel, he ordered, [color=b8860b]"Drive on."[/color] 

	The Lord Major's car pulled around to the first courtyard's receiving area where an Honor Guard was on standby to take responsibility of the casket and the remains therein. For now, Reginald retained the box of personal effects, slightly anxious to learn what George had to say.