[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] In The Nile!
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] Stamina[/center][hr] 

As far as Mahendra knew, he was out of mortal danger. He was far from being safely on the ship or on solid ground, he was soaking wet and out of breath, not to mention if he had lost any items or clothing in the ancient river that was the Nile. BUT he was alive. As he held on for dear life onto the life preserver, he couldn't help but think about the lady that he had spoken with. And to his current situation more relevant, ran after. Was his meeting in the Nile one of her making, or had the Gods looked unfavourably upon him for his actions and punished him? Or was he just that clumsy? He didn't know.

What he did know was that out of the blue, a wet scalp of hair had appeared in front of the Bengali cat-in-deep-water. A scalp of blonde had that belonged to the man greeting Mahendra and grabbing onto the life preserver to swim. What in the name of...Was Mahendra dreaming? Mahendra blinked a few times, trying to see if it was the water in his eyes that caused him these visions, but the more he blinked the clearer the man was. And he was attempting to help him back to the ship. [Color=007236]"...thank you, Sir!"[/color] Mahendra managed to say between his breathing, starting to swim with the man back towards the ship. It was getting harder to breath, but with the help he managed to keep on swimming forward. He really didn't have any plans to die that night, not that like. 

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Lower Deck (Stairs -> Richard's cabin)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills:[/color]N/A[/center][hr]

Richard really didn't know what to think. Either he didn't know, or he was incapable of doing any productive forms of mental leg-work down on the Lower Deck after a long evening with what Richard would call "good ol' shit-heaping in a junkyard". He didn't know about any alarm or the like, or perhaps he just didn't give two shits then and there. What he did care about were his pants and just what the whole business with Franklin had been about. And he meant to find out, eventually at least. Not that he had much to go on, as he made his way from the stairs, through darkened corridor and towards his little plot of land that was his cabin. 

Was it really worth investigating? The journal that wasn't Franklin's, that was. Richard questioned himself quietly as he unlocked the cabin door, and entered before closing the door behind him. He hadn't been payed and/or told to investigate the theft of a journal to God-knows-who of a lady, and neither did it have an impact on his and Faye's own case. Their priority was still the Gould-case. Then again, Richard thought to himself while tossing his fedora on the bed and taking off his shoes, the guy was clearly a crook. A crook that was lucky enough to avoid Private Detective Barker's tough questions and tougher attitude, at least for that night. And Richard didn't like his smug smile. 

As Richard pulled off his pants and threw them carelessly at the bed alongside his fedora, his search for the still hole-less pair of pants commenced. His suitcase was a unorganized mess of chaotic pieces of clothing and miscellaneous items that mattered to him, and somewhere deep inside a pair of still good pants. Next time he had time, he'd have to find an affordable tailor to fix the hole. 'Cause far as he knew, Faye wouldn't, and he didn't blame her for that. He did however blame himself as he pulled up the other pair of pants from his suitcase. He really needed a smoke...

[Color=#255DB3]"...out of all the poor pieces of moth-infested cotton scraps I dragged along with me, I had to take the pants of ex-wife bought me? Richard, you really got some blind spots, Pal."[/color]