[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]
	George hunched over his in seat and looked down at the floor. There was a small nod from him and a little grunt. [color=598527]"Mmm, I know what this entails. Mmm, visions...mmm brandings...mmm dreams...mmm death."[/color] His lone eye drifted up to the Lord Major as he nodded again. Peter had told him, George knew what was going on. George had seen war and things far worse than war. He felt obligated to stay, it was paramount to him to watch over those there now. This may have been in conflict with Peters beliefs to be there, but it wasn't for George. There was no conflict of interest with this mission. 

	Rising from his place he placed his hat on. [color=598527]"Mmm, will gather my things, mmm notify my employer of my absence, mmm and return this evening."[/color] With that he turned and started to head for the door. He only stopped long enough to inform the Lord Major that he would accept no payment of service for this endeavor. Peter was family to him, you didn't get paid to help family. Turning he left the room and exited the Barracks, heading south as soon as he did. Not going north would mean he was missing what was going down in the street by the Museum but then again, he had already seen one body burn. It was best he didn't see another right then. 

	Over at the museum, things were changing and quickly. Mahendra had been injured, Vera had had a brush with near death, and it seemed that there was another who had been branded. The suggestion to go to the barracks was a solid one and Akhmed quickly went to aide Mahendra walk. "Of course my goddess," Akhmed said to Josephine as he lead the man out of Veras office, suggesting that perhaps Josephine help Vera along and Nora tend to Mosi just to be safe. Vera nodded, she wasn't going to argue this point. She caused this chaos with Mahendra and felt awful about it. She was a little battered from the tumble but it was nothing compared to what her new aide must be going through. She was sure he was going to quit over this. 

	As they were about to exit the museum, Akhmed stopped as Lauren came towards the building. She did not look like a woman who had made a happy transaction for meat. Then he spotted the smoldering pile in the street. "What happened?" he asked but then kept pushing forward, no matter what happened, Mahendra needed to be tended to and that would mean crossing the street and heading for the barracks. Time was of the essence, the man was bleeding profusely. 

	Vera gasped and covered her mouth as she followed out the door. [color=f7976a]"The smell..."[/color] she said as she covered her mouth. She was used to all sorts of smells having worked with the dead for so long but this was different. This was something created in a nightmare and rolled in umbrage. [color=f7976a]"Is...that?"[/color] she asked with a trembling finger pointed towards the body. 

	"Neema..." Akhmed said quietly.