[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color] & [color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color] [/h1]
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[hr][center]Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: [Color=007236]N/A[/color] - [Color=#255DB3]Observation, People-reading, Deduction[/color][/center][hr]

Mahendra could not believe the audacity, the imprudence and the boldness that this new American had to not only disregard his own questions towards him, but also the fact that he turned the question back at them and threatened them like some common thug! How dare he!? Who did this man think he was? Mahendra was cautiously curious as to the identity of him, but he was more than happy to let the honourable Lord Major take charge of this confrontation. And Mahendra couldn't be more proud at his unofficial superior's handling of it, showing the dasterdly American some good, British diplomacy. 

It still did trouble him the obscuring haze that befall the remainders of the Fellowship, all of which now agreed in their dissposition. Mahendra looked over to his American friend, Lauren, giving her a slight smile back at her words of madness. [Color=007236]"Not more crazy than anyone else of us. This is something…something larger than life."[/color]

Richard was really not doing a good job it seemed. Rather than getting the jump on the group of strangers and possibly fishing out some small piece of clue or evidence out from their surprised lips, all he got was a stern talk from the older gentleman. Typical, that was your typical British stiff upper lip. Though he had to give it to the Army grandpa, even if it wasn't helping. 

So it turned out the old grandpa was in fact an authority figure, according to himself. Perhaps it was the haze that ultimately was screwing around with Richard, but he did look a whole lot like he was military. The way he dressed, spoke and held himself all pointed to the British Army, which to Richard's annoyed revelation gave the man a whole more authority than the American archeologists had down in these tunnels. And from the tone of what Richard had just been told, pushing either lines of questioning wasn't a good idea. [Color=#255DB3]"I see…Sir."[/color]

Pushing the matter of the nosey American aside, Mahendra nodded in agreement to the Lord Major's suggestion of attending to their affairs. [Color=007236]"Indeed Sir, let us do so."[/color] Mahendra turned and made his way over to Nora who had to his great respect done some rather impressive mapping of the way forward. Mahendra gave her a polite smile and an approving nod, holding his torch out towads the dark tunnel that awaited them. [Color=007236]"Miss Kingston, would you like to have the honour of being the pathfinder, or shall I?"[/color]

Richard continued in his efforts to play it cool as he listened to what Faye whispered up to him. If he could have turned and given her his piece of mind, he'd tell her something along the lines of "No shit, Sherlock.". But she was right, he hadn't been the best detective right then and there. Wrong time and place to threathen someone with snitching. Clearly he needed a different approach, which was apparent with one of the ladies straight up laughing at him. Richard slowly put away his blackjack club back under his jacket, his right hand now free to smoke the cigarette to his heart's desire. [Color=#255DB3]"Look I'm sorry. I clearly shouldn't have asked. I'm just trying to find someone I thought was down here, but I'll back off. Okay?"[/color] Richard told the group, slowly stepping away from them and making sure he was not getting close to the hole in the ground. Oh great, how much was Faye going to make fun of this later on? And more importantly, where the hell were those Americans?