[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][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 5th, 1924[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center]
	Outside of the museum, people were in a tizzy to say the least. It wasn't everyday that someone came running down the street. Okay, people ran down the street all the time. Horses did as well. Now someone being on fire, that was a completely different story. That wasn't a common thing. A handful of men rushed off, one heading into the museum to see about getting something to hold water in but others ran and removed their coats, rushing to drown them in the fountain near the museum. 

	Akhmed was not at his desk so there was no one there but the guard to ask, he turned and looked outside. His eyes widening at the tower of smoke over by the road before leading the man down the stairs to the janitors closet. Akhmed was simply smiling at Mosi. "That is Horus, and his head is one of a falcon," he said before ushering Mosi along. "I am sure you are fine but I would feel better if someone had a look at that."

	Not to mention that he wouldn't mind stopping by and seeing Josephine. At Mosi's question he blushed softly before straightening up. "A gentleman does not kiss and tell but I will assure you that Miss Clark is every inch the goddess," he said with a twinkle in his eye. 

	Vera slowly got up and shook her head. [color=f7976a]"Oh dear... We do not have a medical doctor in the museum. We should get him to the barracks, it is just across the road and they have ample medical staff to help,"[/color] she said but it was after Nora had already left. 

	Outside the man threw the wet coats over Neema, trying to put her out. It was only enough to smolder her but thankfully the other man came tearing out of the museum with the guard, both were carrying several buckets which people around were able to fill and finally get the poor woman put out. The coats had helped but the scene was so horrible, they had fused with the burnt and bubbling skin. The smell climbed up into the air and into the surrounding area causing many to take steps back, others fleeing from it. 

	Akhmeds smile faded as he spotted Nora. "We can take him to the barracks, it would be faster than waiting for a doctor to arrive. Can we move him?" he asked as he ushered both women back towards the office. "And you could use a bandage as well," he said towards Mosi as he walked quickly back towards Nora's office. 

	Vera looked over as Akhmed came into the room, he eyes Vera for a moment before rushing over. "Okay, let me see," he said as he looked more closely. "Can you move? Or shall I get a board to carry you on? The barracks are closer than a physician is."

	George nodded slightly and leaned back in his seat. George hadn't exactly thought of what to do now. He did have business elsewhere but perhaps it would be best if he were to tag along and make sure things were safe, Peter would have wanted that. Setting his glass down he rubbed his hands together and pondered just what to chose. 

	There were various options and reasons but in the end the man looked back over to the Lord Major and finally spoke again. [color=598527]"Mmmm, if you wouldn't mind...mmm I'd like to help with the situation Peter told me about. Mmm, not as smart as Peter but mm I'm a good shot. Offering my protection to you and to Lady Munn ... mmm on Peters behalf."[/color]