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Barracks: Aziza let out a sigh of relief as Vera came to, her hand resting on her chest as the woman gawked and recoiled from the smell of the spirits. She hadn't been sure it would work but it had been worth a try and one that seemed to have paid off. Looking over at Harry she smiled and rested her hand on his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Oh, thank heavens," she said softly. Stepping back with Harry, she stayed by his side and watched as Vera decided that she didn't need help at first but it was more than obvious the woman needed a hand. She bit her bottom lip softly as the medic singled out Mr. Drake. Oh this was going to be interesting.

Vera looked over at William, slightly clinging to the medic as he came over. About to protest again, and insist that with the medics help she could make it but the only thing that left her lips was a gasp as William swept her up into his arms. Her own arms instinctively wrapping over his shoulders to brace herself a bit better. Hearing Lauren's offer her eyes spun quickly and she nodded nervously. "Yes, of course. Please. A chaperone would be most appropriate," she sputtered out. Yes, a chaperone. It was a must. Well it really wasn't. There was a medical professional leading the way out of the room and through the courtyard that was there with her and William but one more couldn't hurt right?

Aziza watched as they left the room and turned back to Harry. "We should finish breakfast," she said before walking back over to the table and retaking her seat. There was nothing else she could do for the woman right then, though she wondered just what they would all be doing today. The thought of going back to her own home made her nervous because of everything that had happened the night before but she would eventually need a change of clothing.

Swallowing slightly Vera tried to avoid eye contact with William as he carried her. The entire ordeal of being in his arms made her feel... odd. Her face was flush, cheeks warming, her heart beat kept speeding up. Was she truly sick? She felt feverish and like she was coming down with a cold. Yes, that must have been what it was. There could be no other explanation, at least not in Vera's mind. Of course it couldn't be something else, like attraction. Granted, even if that was what it was, Vera wouldn't have known it. She had never experienced that part of life. Even though Peter had kissed her before he left for the war, she didn't feel light headed like this. Not that it was nice, it just did nothing for her so it was easy for her to mistake anything romantic as a simple case of illness.

Garden City: While Aton was making his way across the city to deliver the message to Lady Munn for Nora, Neema finished up what she needed to do and passed on other chores and duties to others in the building that worked there. She was looking forward to being out and about in the city for something other than simple errands. She felt ten years younger at just the thought of being swept up in everything going on with Lady, no Miss Kingston. Looking at the time Neema hurried her older bones up the stairs to Nora's room and rapt twice before entering slowly, she wanted to be gone before her son returned.

"Nora?" she asked softly as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Shall we be off? I was hoping to take you to a friend of mine before we do anything else. She knows far more than I do about Bastet, being a devoted follower. I thought she could maybe lend some insight to your dreams," she said as she wrapped her shawl over her head and tucked it about her shoulders.

"Oh and I wanted to invite you to dinner at my home this evening if you would like to come? Needn't worry about my son, he lives elsewhere but I would like you to meet some others in my family. Maybe do you good to be around a family dear," she added softly as she checked her small bag and then slipped it into a pocket within the folds of her dress. "Aton will be there," she said with a smile. "Anyways, do think on it. Shall we be going?"

The Road To The Museum: "Miss!" a man called out standing on the other side of one of the man windows that were open and serving foods. "You, need food, come, come!" he said excitedly. "Try this," he said offering out small piece of torn pita bread that had something on it. "It Ful! You love it, trust me!" he said with a smile as several others sat on rickety stools by his window shoveling the food in quickly.

The pita was slightly sweet but what was on it was the true gem. Fava beans coked with a variety spices including salt, pepper, cumin, and olive oil. It was rich, and had small chunks of thinly sliced meat on it. "Please try, you like, I know. Can fix you up full sized you can carry with you. Lots of Ful, good for you. Wonderful in morning, keep you going."

He seemed rather adamant about it but it didn't seem off. As if he was just excited to have a possible new customer. An assistant of sorts was there as well, younger, probably his son and no more than twelve. He was quickly scooping out more for those already there, refilling their plates as they needed more as well as glasses with some sort of white liquid that looked to be a watery milk. Coming up behind the man was a woman that looked to be the same age as he was but she was not Egyptian in the slightly. She had pale skin and bright red hair. As she spoke she carried a thick Irish accent. "You are going to scare her, stop it." Shaking her head she smiled to Mosi. "Don't worry lass, he be harmless but it is good food. Have you eaten yet?"

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It go past Haakon's inquisitive eyes that Mr. Drake so easily agreed to help the still unsteady Lady Munn to an 'infirmary' - or whatever it was that the doctor called it, Haakon hadn't heard the exact word but was sure it as something medical - while Lady Munn herself earlier had insisted on going by herself. His mind was putting pieces together, regardless of them being relevant or not, but there was indeed something going on between them. Or else it was just one massive, awkward situation.

"You must excuse me, Lord-Major, but Miss Clark?" Haakon's attention was drawn away from the scene unfolding before them, as the Lord-Major replied to Josephine's apology and wishes to visit Lady Munn afterwards, ending the comment by saying that both Haakon and Josephine were to meet him for a more private conversation. Haakon presumed he already knew what that conversation was to be about, but to drag Josephine into that mess? Haakon gave a quick look to Josephine, a concerned look flashing across his face, before he adressed the Lord-Mayor again. With all due respect, Lord-Mayor, I have nothing against the coming meeting between yourself and I, but Miss Clark? She might have misspoken about certain subjects, yes, but I think it is obvious that my case is the more urgent one between the two of us, Sir. After all, I am the Norwegian reporter who asked for his typewriter, for which I am very sorry, Sir." Haakon wasn't sure at all if this was helping his own case, but he knew one thing; Josephine didn't need to get dragged into this, not his one friend in this God-forsaken place of sand and unnatural events taking place.

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Lauren seeing Vera about to protest as William got closer towards her and lifted Vera up in his arms, she could tell that her friend was either really nervous or awkward being in the man's arms. Though she didn't really know William all that well, Lauren's attention went towards Aziza and Harry. "I'll see you guys in a little bit." Lauren said softly as Vera accepted her in letting her go with them, she started to follow a little bit behind William and the Medic. Lauren didn't know what she wanted them to do, but she was more then willing to be there for her friend she didn't know anything when it came to medicine.

Lauren remained pretty quiet as she walked along looking over towards William, she didn't know him that well just yet other then meeting the man briefly last night. "I'm Lauren by the way." She said introducing herself to him looking at the man, and then over towards Vera as she comfortingly tried to pat her friend on the shoulder. She then turned her attention over towards the medic to see if she could do something to help in some way. "Is there anything I could do to help when we get to the infirmary?" Lauren asked him, she also did hate just standing around doing nothing while her friend was getting checked out hopefully it was just the heat that caused her to pass out.

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Josephine eyed the interaction between William and Vera. She wanted to slap the both of them for how they were acting, though it seemed William was more inclined to be up front about his feelings, at least. Vera, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with him. She would have to get a word with her later once she was feeling better. She had other matters to attend to, it seemed.

The Lord Major was having none of it. Her apology flustered him a bit, as she expected it would, but it seemed he wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie. So be it, he wanted to chastise her and Haakon. If it made him feel better about himself and his post, what was she to deny him such an honor? After all, she was some star out of the United States in a different country from her own dealing with things outside of her wheelhouse. Surely there was nothing better going on that needed his attention, like his niece for example?

Before she could say what she was feeling, Haakon spoke up. She let him get his words out and was genuinely touched. He was sticking up for her despite all of this. Truly, he was an ally where she needed one most. She wasn't about to let him fall on his sword on his own though. "It's all right Haakon. We'll listen to what the good Lord Major has to say to us and we'll put all of this behind us. I'd rather get it out as soon as possible and I'll just freshen up later once Vera gets some well-deserved rest. Ready when you are, Lord Major." She felt somewhat giddy being alongside her new ally and close friend. Truly, nothing could stop them both.

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By the time that Neema entered Nora's set of rooms, Nora had finished with her breakfast and was glancing at the brief notes she had made the previous day on the rubbings. She closed the little book as Neema entered and set it aside, returning it to its home within Nora's purse. The news that Neema had a friend who was a follower of Bastet struck Nora as quite curious. Yet she herself had suggested to Lady Munn just yesterday that with such happenings, it would be logical for a chapter of Bastet's followers to still exist, perhaps even in Cairo.

"Your friend does sound like she would provide some much welcomed insight," Nora replied. The more she could glean about her dreams, the better she would feel for it. It felt almost like staring at an equation she only understood bits and pieces of, needing some sort of index to define the rest of the variables. Only with more information, Nora felt, could she possibly begin to understand what forces were afoot in Cario--forces that Nora previously would have dismissed as pure hogwash.

How strange just a few hours time could be for one's beliefs and disposition...That was not to say that Nora believed in the fictitious and the impossible, but that she was allowing herself to consider the improbable. It was the only method remaining in which she could attain the truth of the entire mind boggling situation. Nora's cheeks flushed slightly at Neema's mention of Aton being at dinner. It was perhaps true that Nora could use to be around a family, with her family being the all too typical example of the ton and society. She felt that in the past few hours, Neema had adopted her into her own family in some way.

"I would be more than honored to come, Neema," Nora said with a bit of a smile. "I was also perhaps hoping that, if you are so inclined, you would join me at the museum at noon today? I am meeting with an Egyptologist who has been experiencing similar phenomena and would be quite grateful for your insight, I am certain..." But Nora did realize that Neema likely wanted to leave quickly, what with all of the appointments they had set for them. She opened the door for Neema to allow her to exit first, as respectfully as she could.

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Feeling Aziza's hand on his arm, Harry glanced down to it before looking back up at her. He smiled softly, gently setting his other hand over her own to return the gentle squeeze as he looked back toward Vera as she stood. He was pleased to see the woman had come to, and that the situation was being resolved. Ideally, herself and the American would be able to resolve whatever it was that may have been going on between them in a more private setting, rather than the rather dramatic, public setting they had been involved in at that moment. As William swept Vera off her feet, and their party began to leave the room, he raised an eyebrow, it seemed that the American at least, didn't seem to care much for how public their business was.

Hearing Aziza's voice again, he turned back toward her, giving her a soft smile as he nodded, heading back over toward the table as he sat beside her. What was left of his breakfast was somewhat cold now, between helping Aziza get her own and the ordeal with lady Vera, he hadn't been able to enjoy its freshness. He didn't mind too much however, Harry was far more used to cold, wet, half-cooked and usually appalling food, that a well-cooked and prepared breakfast, cold or otherwise, was still a luxury to the man as he picked up his fork and went back about enjoying his meal.

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Carrying Vera along and out of the cafeteria, William didn't mind her insistence upon a chaperone too much, simply following behind the medic as he kept a gentle hold upon Vera in his arms, glancing down toward Lauren as she spoke up towards him. He gave her a nod, recalling that he'd only briefly met her the night before. He was, at the very least, pleased to have been introduced with a first name, rather than yet another title he was supposed to remember or care about. "William, i'd give you a hand to shake but they're both a little full with clumsy, here." He smiled smugly, seeming pleased with himself for his quip as he glanced down to Vera.

When his eyes met her however, his smug grin quickly disappeared. He felt odd, holding her and watching her there, that brief feeling of jealousy returned, but it was overridden yet again by another feeling in his chest. It was a warm feeling, like he wanted to laugh but no joke had been told, he wasn't exactly sure what it was. It certainly couldn't have come from the fact he was holding her, no, William had been with many women in far more intimate situations than this, but he'd never had a feeling quite like this one. He pushed the feeling away for the time being however, he had no time to fuss over what was wrong with himself as he spoke up toward Vera this time.

"You're alright, aren't you?" The comment did not come with any snarkiness or sarcasm, in fact, perhaps for the first time since they had met, William seemed to be speaking to Vera with a genuine sense of concern in his voice. His eyes were locked on hers, watching her closely as he walked and waited for her answer. Although he was sure the medic would insist that she was fine, he wanted to know from her what was wrong, though he doubted even she knew, or would care to tell him.

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It truly was not a mistake to put the time to look about in this side street. Away from the busy traffic from the tourists, it proved to be it's own very specific unique flavor she wished for. Even more than the more heavily populated main streets, this was Egypt! She was smiling as she browsed, until a voice attracted her attention.”Hmmm?” She made a questioning intrigued sound, locating the source of the voice. She was almost like a cat who's attention just got pulled by offering of food.

Well this surprised her. The man seemed quite insistent with her trying out his food, but she didn't really feel anything bad about it. She was smiling just about to take the offered piece when a woman appeared behind him. She was not a local though. From the sound of her voice she was European, most likely Irish going by the looks and if her accent memories weren't lying to her!

“No problem.” She replied, reaching to take the small piece.” I didn't think any bad ill of it.” Mosi said with a smile to indicate nothing bad was assumed indeed.” Actually I really haven't. Just arrived earlier, you see. Didn't get a chance to...” She explained, quickly pulling to try what she was given. She blinked in very pleasant surprise.

“I'd like to order a proper sized one though!” Mosi suddenly stated with a bright smile! Might as well enjoy the food while she was here! Then more browsing and the museum afterwards! It appeared she would have her hands full with stuff to do today!

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The Lord-Major's cheery disposition faltered once more. He sighed, and looked from Josephine to Haakon, and back again. "That is quite the level of presumption, Mr. Elvsgaard." he said quietly, and element of genuine sadness to his voice. "I had hoped to handle this matter quietly, but as we are apparently not against publicly airing the minors of what we are willing to confess, perhaps it is the better course of action to end this tension quickly, as if removing an adhesive bandage, you see..."

Reginald cleared his throat, reclaiming the assertive, authoritative lilt associated with his usual demeanor of business and professional candor. "We have long past the typewriter, sir. That is, as they say, "yesterday's news". Let us not speak of it further at this time. Nor shall we speak at length of your notebook, Mr. Elvsgaard, which our counterparts at the Norwegian Embassy were kind enough to translate, starting at the back and moving up. I shall not go into detail, but suffice it to say, you may consider your materials confiscated. Though we shall discuss it later, just you and I, if the circumstances allow for our continued association."

He gave the implication of his speech time to sink in. The Lord Major's face became grave again. "Madame, Sir, the indigenous gentleman who joined us for breakfast earlier is a representative of the Cairo Prison. In this country, the Prison is a direct extension of the local constabulary, an organization which the Crown took great pains to train and establish positive discourse, of which I have personally been a great part. As the two of you are under my protection for the meantime, the Prison has extended the courtesy of allowing my people to escort you to the prison for questioning concerning a murder that occurred last night. One for which the two of you have been implicated. It should be a very simple affair, in and out." He continued darkly, "...one hopes."

"Furthermore, as guests of the Crown, I shall see to it that you have (in addition to escort), a representative of His Majesty who will be with you at all times to act as counsel, and to ensure that there is no chicanery afoot." Reginald rose to his full height and called a single, clear word across the Barracks: "Corporal!" A tense pause filled the room. One might hear the sound of boots hitting ground from a great distance away, or was that mere imagination? The door burst open, admitting a man in the rugged uniform of a non-commissioned man, catching his breath in big gulps.

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Though she was thankful for Haakon's defense on her behalf, it seems the Lord Major was having none of it. After listening to the man, it became clear as to why he was in such a fussy mood. A man from the prison here to see them about a murder that they were implicated in? It had to be the dead body from their excursion. The fiend responsible was in custody though. Surely they weren't suspects? They were innocent and, in fact, helped nab the man responsible! If anything, they should be rewarded!

"That's absurd! They can't possibly think we are responsible! We helped catch the man as he was going after Aziza. Surely that counts for something?" She huffed a bit, but calmed down. Really, she was getting a headache. "Sorry, but surely you can see where my anger comes from. We appreciate the help none the less. Hopefully this will be taken care of soon and we can put all of that behind us."

At the mention of a counsel to help them, Josephine waited anxiously to see who it would be. There were some delectable members in his regiment. Before she knew it though, she heard the clip clop of footsteps and that loud voice she heard before (all too well) shrieked.

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Barracks: Aziza had barely taken a bite of her food when three others started conversing. Her brow raising as she bit her bottom lip. It seemed that Haakon and Josephine were mixed up in something that had to do with the prison. The representative of the prison coming over as everything was aired out in public, chewing a mouthful of food. Aziza watched the man as he stepped over to the Lord Major and stopped in his tracks as the Corporal came in loudly and announced his presence.

Glancing over at Harry she swallowed her own food with a slight gulp. They were being implicated in a murder? Who? How? Abbas..." she muttered under her breath. She had no doubt the man have woven one hell of a story of what happened. And then, it clicked in her mind that Reginald had mentioned something about Haakon's notes. They were being confiscated? What had he written that would require that? She felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Was it something about everything going on? Was she mentioned in it? She felt nervous and decided to ask the Lord Major but it would have to wait. At least until things calmed down.

"Time to go," the representative from the prison said rather bluntly. He had extended a courtesy to the Lord Major and was ready to leave right then.

Vera looked up slowly as William called her clumsy while he was talking to Lauren. It wasn't even in passing, it was as if he was nicknaming her that. She had been called that before but this time it struck a chord and it hurt. Normally she just brushed it off. She was clumsy, there was no denying that, yet this time she hadn't been. She had felt ill, off, confused even. Maybe that was why it hurt, maybe it was because he was calling her names. She didn't know. All she knew was that it hurt and she lowered her face quickly to try to hide it.

Yet, as he asked if she was okay, she looked back up to him. The hurt was still in evident in her eyes. She nodded in a shaky fashion, then shook her head, then just looked away from him. Was that concern in his voice? Or was it something else? It had to be something else. There was no reason for him to be concerned for her. He was probably just wanting to get this over with and away from her.

The medic nodded as he kept walking. "Yes, very much. We do not have nurse on duty. Be good to have a woman with her while she is fully examined. Lord Major would want her virtue protected," the medic said as he stopped in front of the infirmary door and pushed it open. Inside there was two rows of beds on either side with a desk in the center. Several men were in the beds, resting or eating s orderlies moved about. "This way please," he said motioning towards the door in the back. "Private examining room, if you could set Lady Munn down in there," he said to William. "On the examining table please, keep her steady." Motioning to Lauren he gave her a reassuring look. "If you would stay with us while I do, that would be wonderful."

Vera found herself biting her bottom lip. He was staying during the exam? She looked over to Lauren tentatively, at least she was with her. That would make it easier right? Vera hoped so, she didn't know how much longer she could deal with being this close to Mr. Drake. Being this close to him made her feel ill. Or maybe she really was ill and he had nothing to do with it? Oh of course, that was it. She was coming down with something. He wasn't the cause, of course not. He showed no signs of being ill, so he couldn't be contagious and passing on some disease to her right?

"Excuse me!" a guard called out. Huffy slightly he rushed over to them and handed over a piece of paper to Lady Munn. "This was delivered for you at the front gate." Taking the paper Vera read over it quickly before nodding.

"Thank you," she said as she tucked the note away in her blouse.

"Of course Lady Munn," he said before rushing back off.

"Can we please hurry? I have a meeting at the museum in an hour I cannot miss," Vera said weakly. Yes, the meeting with Lady Kingston! She must get to that.

Garden City: Smiling brightly Neema nodded. "Oh yes! Of course. We can go there first. My friend tends to ramble, we will want time. So museum first, then we can go from there. Let us be on our way. Beautiful morning, let us walk, clear our heads," she said as she stepped through the door and waited for Nora to join her.

Making her way down the stairs and out of the front of the building she glanced around as she pulled her cloth tighter around her head. Taking Nora's arm she lead the way. It wasn't horribly hot or humid as of yet, a nice day for a walk. She knew if they took a taxi they could have gone to see her friend first but the woman loved to talk, constantly. Once they got there, there was no telling just how long they would be. Nora already had an appointment for the day and she didn't want to risk Nora being late or it, or heaven forbid, missing it completely.

"So tell me, what all do you know so far? The walk should give us plenty of time for you to fill me in," she asked as they walked down the sidewalk.

The Road To The Museum: The man's eyes lit up as Mosi took the food and tried it. Smirking slightly as if winning some unspoken argument with the red headed woman. "Yes! Right away!" he said before hurrying to prepare a more filling and fitting serving size. Chuckling the woman just shook her head slightly and motioned for Mosi to go ahead and have a seat at the bartop like area along the window.

"He'll just be a few," she explained as she picked up the empty plates that were laying there and handed them over to the younger boy. "So what brings ya down our little street?" she asked as she poured a glass full of a white milky liquid. "It's sweetened almond milk, very nice to go along with your meal," she added as she set the pitcher down. "We don't get many American's down this way. Most tourists tend to avoid anything but the main streets."

"Oh where be me manners... I'm Rosheen MacManus," she said with a smile as she gathered the folds of her sleeve and extended her hand over the windowsill to Mosi. "Nice to meet ya."

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Lauren looked towards William and gave him a friendly smile and nod, she was tempted to giggle slightly at the comment but decided not to, because Vera was her friend and she did faint for absolutely no reason with whatsoever in front of everyone. "Its nice to meet you then William." Lauren said, then her attention quickly went over towards the bases' medic and nodded, she would be more then willing to assist in anyway that she could for her friend. As the medic opened the door to the infirmary Lauren looked around at the two rows of beds, seeing some of the soldiers and orderlies either resting, getting checked up or going on about their daily duties. "I'm sure the Lord Major would hate that if anything like that happened. And i'll do what I can, though i'm not really trained." Lauren said towards the medic as they made their way towards the private exam room.

Lauren gave Vera a reassuring smile. "We will make sure that you get out of here on time then." Lauren said to Vera hopefully she would be able to get out of the infirmary in time for her meeting which was probably related towards their little expedition she thought. Then a messenger came into the room handing a letter over towards Vera, looking at the messenger for a moment and then towards Vera and William. She could easily tell there was a lot of awkward tension between the two of them, but she remained quiet about that. Lauren followed over towards the medic looking over towards the man, she was more then willing to learn as well her mother was a nurse after all as well.

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Nora smiled, relieved to feel the lack of humidity on her skin. She had lived for Cairo for a year and a half, but she was a British girl at heart. She was far more accustomed to mild climates than the heats of Egypt. And it was indeed a beautiful day. The walk to the museum in Neema's company was far more pleasant than that of her previous escort, William Drake. She wouldn't be surprised if the man had fathered numerous children and had little knowledge of any of them, with the way he chased women.

"Beyond what you have already shared with me, Neema, a hieroglyph appeared on several individual's jewelry, practically burned into the metal," Nora answered, racking her mind through each and every development from the previous evening that seemed to be pertinent. "We believe there are more answers to be found in Bubastis, a cult center of Bastet, due to some glyphs with a cipher embedded in them. The cipher is designed with the marker of phi, the golden ratio."

Yet as they walked, Nora could not help but realize how very little they understood about this situation. Each question they had even simply attempted to answer quickly created more and more questions, with almost no end to the confusion and the mystery. It was all incredibly curious and Nora attempted to find more things of note to share with Neema, yet they all appeared to be trivial or easily inferred to Neema. "To be honest, I had learned very little until I began a discourse with you, Neema. Ever since the Nile, I feel I have been swimming in waters I never even had dreamt of treading before..."

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It was understatement to imply that Haakon was annoyed by the fact that his notes had been confiscated; it was truly a blow down below the belt. This surely that the honourable establishment of the British Army would take great care of studying it and hand-picking what they saw as just cause to gag him. To Haakon, this was the standard of how to silence the Press if they read something they didn't like. It was even further a smack to his face that the Norwegian Embassy was in the process of translating it.

These troubles became specks of dirt compared to what the Lord-Major continued to say.

Haakon remainded silent for the duration of the conversation primarly between Josephine and Lord-Major Keystone, taking in the fact that they were wanted at the prison for questioning in regards to the murder. The way the honourable Lord-Major put it, made it sound like it was they who had perpetrated the murder of last night. It came as a bigger surprise that they had been treated as good as they had been and would be, all with the protection and representation from the British Crown. Haakon was still annoyed that his notes were now in their hands, but he would be sure to thank them for their effort to help them regardless.

And of course the man representing them was none other than the disturbingly amusing corporal from the previous night, as there was no mistaking from his high-pitched voice - if one could call the piercing shriek that emmited from his mouth a voice. As the representative from the prison, from now Haakon recognized as the man from earlier, Haakon put a comforting hand on Josephine's shoulder and adressed the Lord-Major. "Thank you, Lord-Mayor Sir for your support. We'll be sure to repay it, even for our differences."

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“Ahh, thank you.” Mosi quickly nodded as she was gestured to take a seat. Without wasting much time, she sat, and took down her hat, letting it rest on her legs. She actually quite liked how this was made to be. A well adapted way of running a business. She looked about, seeing all the people around, both regret and gratitude filled her heart. First regret since tourists didn't really see the true face of this place as she just saw it and gratitude since well... THERE WERE NO OTHER ANNOYING TOURISTS to spoil her enjoyment of the location.

“Hmm... If I had to say, I was just on my way to the museum while my room's being prepared.” She said with a smile to the woman.” Well... I actually did end here by chance, you see. I had to make a detour because of a overturned cart over there. That being said I do enjoy this place more than the main street I walked up until now. Only thing I liked from there were some nice fabrics I saw.” She added with a smirk.” I was going to get a nice walk around the side streets after the museum visit, but it seems the museum is actually the one place that will wait until later. Like this place more right now.” She explained, taking the glass she was offered. She was looking for the moment when she tries this as advertised with the meal.” Thank you.” She added a gratitude at the service.

“Nice to meet you, Rosheen. My name's Priscilla Harker, but please call me Mosi, everyone I know does so.” She quickly introduced herself also and extended a hand herself for a handshake. She was barely a few hours in Cairo and things seemed to take a nice turn for interesting people and events... also cats!

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Reginald turned his head to address the representative from Cairo Prison. "Certainly, old fellow. Only half a moment more, I assure you." He then looked to the Corporal, a man who almost gave himself whiplash with the urgency with which he stood at attention and saluted. "Corporal, you are to act as escort for these two persons, see to their interests in the interim. They shall join this gentleman for an interview at Cairo Prison. Oh! Fetch a man from Legal and a driver to accompany and take something reliable from the motor pool. Ah, poppycock; take the Ghost. As I recall, our guests did not have the luxury of the Rolls-Royce's dulcet suspension last evening. Meet them at the front gate, Corporal."

The highly expected (but no less jarring) bellow of "Yes, Lord MAJOR!" sounded with impressive decibel from the man, who saluted hard enough to bisect a tombstone were one in the way, and took off at a run. The Corporal was already yelling orders to nearby Privates in amazingly brutal vocalizations, even before the door swung back closed.

"Miss Clark, Mr. Elvsgaard, rest assured that our present difficulties are separate from this issue, and for my part shall be treated as such. Not forgotten, but temporarily shelved as pressing issues are afoot. Now, I am assured that this is a simple interview, but I am not the grand authority in this venture. Nonetheless, every legal effort shall be made to get you back to his base after your meeting is concluded. For the present, you shall escort this professional gentleman, and my men shall escort you, at the command of my most vigorous non-commissioned man."

The Lord Major was nothing if not proper. Plus, by giving the reins over to the Corporal, Reginald had assured himself of at least a little time without having to deal with his drama, nor that of his guests, allowing him to begin his phone calls and requisitions for their upcoming adventure into the unknown. Peace and quiet aside, for all of his noise and bluster, the non-com took whatever job he was given with proficiency and gusto. He'd see to their safety with everything legally at his disposal. Thinking about this, Reginald sighed. He had a decent performance rating. For the love of God, he might have to begin calling him Sergeant before long. The "Lord Majoring" might only get worse from there.

Returning his attention to the man from the prison, "At your leisure, sir."

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As the others began to speak up, Harry cast hardly a glance in their direction. He may have been dragged into the same sort of business which they had been discussing, but this particular business which was being discussed, he figured was more that of the Lord-Major, Miss Josephine and Mr. Elvsgaard. He did glance back up toward them when he saw the representative from the prison approach, and he couldn't have helped himself from glancing back over when he heard the Corporal announce his presence once more, in the kind of manner which could still only be begging for a promotion. Harry truly had to wonder if the man had been disciplined a little too much as a child.

He heard the soft whisper from Aziza's lips beside him, turning over to see her watching him. Gently, he reached over and set his hand atop her own, offering as reassuring and warm of a smile as he could, eyes locked on hers, silently re-assuring her of his promise that he'd keep her safe and protected. He appreciated what the Lord-Major was doing, Harry had no clue what Haakon may have written in his notes but it was clear enough that it distressed Aziza, whatever it could have been. For the Lord-Major to be confiscating it was a welcome turn of events, and one that would hopefully ensure some degree of calm for Aziza.

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His eyes intently focused upon Vera, William offered a gentle nod and a smile as he saw hers in response to his question, though it faded quickly as she shook her head afterward and turned away. He sighed, frustrated as he continued to carry her along. It irritated him how she seemed to detest him in that moment. Was she really so put off by him now that she could hardly afford to look at him? Just that thought hurt more than the moment he'd seen her in Peter's arms. The numb feeling in his chest grew to a sharp one, as if he was being stabbed in the heart by her cruelty. After all, that was what it had to be, what other reason could she have for being so dismissive of any attempt he made at decency?

Shaking his head again, he continued carrying her along as the Medic led them toward the Infirmary. Taking her to the room he was directed to, William sighed as he gently set Vera down, about to turn and leave before he was requested to stay. Glancing to the Medic, and then to Vera, he nodded, moving back toward Vera's side as he sighed. He didn't know what exactly he was meant to be there for, but he supposed the Medic probably needed some help figuring out if she was okay. Though, as the walk had gone on, William had begun wondering just how ill she actually may have been. He staggered back for a moment as a guard hurried into the room, passing Vera the note as he raised an eyebrow, watching her.

As she spoke up and insisted she had to return to the museum, he cleared his throat. "At the very least, you'll need someone to make sure you don't faint again, even if the medic here says you're fine. I'll be going with you... And Lauren." He quickly jumped to ensure he wasn't just volunteering himself, that would look too eager. No, why would he have appeared eager anyway? He was frustrated, annoyed by her presence, if anything, it was good he volunteered Lauren. She could be a 'peacekeeper' between the two of them.

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Barracks (Infirmary): "It will be no issue Miss. Just simply being here and ensuring nothing scandalous happens is all that is required at this time," the medic said in a kind voice as William brought Vera into the examination room and set her down. Vera looked over to Lauren and gave her a nervous smile.

"Thank you," she said quietly before her head jerked to the side and she looked up at William quickly. He was going to go back with her to the museum? It seemed like he was insisting as he volunteered himself. Why? Just the two of them? Then he inserted Lauren, volunteering her as well. She found herself biting her bottom lip. She didn't know if she relieved or angered he wanted to bring another woman along. Though she couldn't blame him if he did, Lauren was very beautiful and kind, seemed to know her way around the world. Of course she would have peeked his interest. She felt a knot in her stomach forming. She was jealous? Ludicrous! Why should she be jealous! She had a wonderful handsome, well bred man that was courting her now. What did she care who some boorish American grave robber fancied? She didn't, of course not.

"Yes, of course. I at least owe you a proper meal and thanks for all your help Lauren," she said, stumbling over her words as she looked away from William quickly. Taking the medics hand as he held it out, he helped her onto the examination table and began the exam. It was simple enough. Checking for fever, checking her eyes and ears. Making her say ahh and looking at her throat. Feeling her lymph nods. Her feet sat swinging over the edge of the examination table as he listened to her heart and asked her to breath deeply.

Her lips parted slightly as she took each slow breath in and held it before letting it go slowly. Her eyes drifting to Williams for a moment as she did. The medic looked up, his brow cocking slightly as he noticed an increase of her heart rate. The man got a cocky smile to his lips before finishing up. "That will be all. You seem right as rain Lady Munn. It must have just been a spell. I will say take it easy though, it could continue to happen until the under laying cause rights itself," he said as he helped her off the table.

"Under laying cause?" she asked perplexed as she looked away from William and over towards the medic. He took a deep breath, wondering how to phrase this but he had no chance. Before a word left his lips the door of the exam room swung open and Peter stood there looking rather worried.

"Vera, darling, are you alright?" he asked quickly as he stepped over to her, one hand leaning on his cane as his other came up and cupped her cheek softly. Stroking her skin gently with his thumb. Vera found herself frozen for a moment before she nodded slowly. She felt sick to her stomach once again. What was going on? What was wrong with her? Around William she felt hot, feverish. Her heart palpitated and her breath deepened. Now around Peter she felt nauseous and as if she was gong to break out in a cold sweat.

Cairo Headed Towards The Museum: Neema nodded sympathetically as the continued their stroll towards the museum. They were not taking a direct route, Neema leading them down various side roads and the like as she avoided the main tourist thoroughfares. She preferred the less traveled areas of the city and while it would take longer they should still arrive in plenty of time.

"Yes, I can imagine and yet the waters we find ourselves swimming in that we never imagined may take us to shores we have only dreamt of," she said in a reassuring voice as she rested her hand over Nora's as they walked and gave a gentle pat; like a grandmother comforting a child.

"Bubastis you say? Ahh, then the museum should hold some treasures for us beyond your meeting. I was one part of a dig there, so many years ago. We discovered tiles and donated them to the museum, among other things. Perhaps your friend at the museum could arrange for us to have a look at them? They might hold some keys," she said as she continued to walk. Tiles? Could these be the same ones that Vera had pulled from the archives the night before or were there more?

"If Bastet is the one pointing you in a direction, then we should make sure to be as kind as possible to the feline in the area, of which there are plenty," she said with a slight chuckle. It was true, every few blocks they went it seemed another cat was crossing their path now, watching them for a moment before moving on or sitting perched somewhere and meowing towards them.

The Road To The Museum: "Of course. Nice to meet you Mosi," Rosheen said kindly before the man brought over a plate piled high with food, it was all wrapped up in the bread and covered in the sauce he had had Mosi taste just a few minutes before. Around that it was wrapped in butchers paper of sorts so it could be easily carried if she chose to eat on the run as it were.

"There you go, eat, eat. Enjoy!" he said happily as he tapped the jar on the counter. It had various amounts of money it. Some local, some British, some American. Nodding towards Rosheen he went back to calling out to people as they passed, trying to entice them to come and try his food. Rosheen just chuckled at his over zealous personal advertising before turning her attention back to Mosi.

"Well there are some fine silks further down the street here. The quality is much finer and they are woven with rabbits fur instead of cotton like for the tourists. Much softer and more beautiful. He even has some pure silks you might find enticing," Rosheen said pointing down the side street a ways. The cat that had been perched had jumped down and was padding her feet through the street before coming up to Mosi and raising up on her hind legs, pawing at her right her front as she stood there. "Seems someone either wants a friend or food," Rosheen said with a smile.

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Lauren looked over towards he medic and returned the smile and nodded, as she took a step back letting the medic go on with his duty her attention went over towards William as she raised an eyebrow slightly towards him. She wasn't sure why he suddenly opted for her to join in, Lauren didn't even know where she would fit in with them. "If you don't mind me coming that is, i'm willing to go if you want me to." Lauren said towards Vera as she continued to watch on, occasionally looking over towards William as he remained in the room as well. Lauren ran a hand through her hair as she moved over and stood up against a wall.

When the medic said that he was done, Lauren paid close attention towards the medic as he did the last of his check up to the woman, then the door suddenly opened. Lauren turned her head over to see that it was Peter as he came into the room seeing the concern on his face, she then decided to finally speak up. "I believe it was just a little dizzy spell, probably it was the leftovers from drinking last night." Lauren suggested, looking over towards the medic for a moment for some slight confirmation as well.

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This was all too much. She was extremely angry they were under suspicion when they were nothing but help, but she had to hand it to this country and its politics. Whatever the case, she had to go do this if she wanted it over and done with. The Lord Major was still upset and she had enough of the old man. He wanted to be a fuddy duddy about it, that was his business. He was offering help and that was a kind gesture regardless.

"Thank you, Lord Major. Hopefully, we can clear the air and return soon. Shall we be off then gentlemen?" She waited for anyone to lead them to the car to take them to the prison. All she could think of was how pointless this all was. This better be a short trip or she would raise hell like this country never saw before.

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“Mhhh~ thank you.” Mosi said with a pleased sound as the tasty looking food was brought over. It smelled quite good too! Looking at it, it seemed possible to eat on the move, but she was going to eat it right now and enjoy it! When the man tapped the jar with the money, she smiled, nodded and nodded, throwing a look at Rosheen as he moved to advertise to other potential customers.” How much should I pay?” She asked quickly, wanting to know so she can enjoy this fine meal in peace of mind once she knew how much money she'd need to prepare.

“Ohhh?” Mosi heard a very nice information and a wide smile appeared on her face the smaller streets were indeed better than the main ones! Here were all the antiques and evidently even the best fabrics! Rabbit fur! That sounded so very soft and even pure silk! She had so much to choose from.” Thank you for the information. I'm glad my instinct were spot on when I suspected the things on the main street were mere tourist attractions.” She smiled as she was about to take a bite from the wonderful meal when the kitty showed up. She looked down at it with a smile, slightly tilting her head. Mosi studied the cat for a moment and nodded to herself. “ Either way is fine, I like cats a lot.” She replied, throwing a look at Rosheen.” Would it be possible to get a bowl of water and a small portion of this?” She asked, pointing at her meal. She liked cats and since this one was pawing at her, she was going to feed it indeed.

Mosi then slowly and gently reached to caress the kitty.” Just a moment and you will get a meal.” She smiled.