An encounter in the Sitting Room...

"As I am not of this city and only arrived a short time ago I'm afraid I am only of limited help. I did pass an old Catholic Church on my walk a few blocks over. Since it is not Sunday it should be empty and is usually open for those seeking to pray. Ot would also make it easier to see if we are be followed or watched which may come in handy. Though I suppose it depends on the severity of the work in which we are about to endeavor." He said thinking aloud. "What precisely are we getting into?"

"I did not receive anything before I left Cairo." He said thinking quickly. "But I am due shortly to the MOD offices to finalize my paperwork and collect my back pay. Perhaps it is there." He mused. " Since this will take a few hours to complete where/when would you like to meet again to get started?"

Having realized her last question was lost to the closing door of the sitting room, she decides it best to gather herself and venture out into the neighbourhood in search of the church Lawrence mentioned. By now night had fallen, so she was thankful for her garb. Blending into the night would serve her purpose of being seen but not by all. Under the cover of darkness she manages to find the church to which the gentleman referred. At this moment she has a sudden realization that she herself was quite enterprising and pulls out the black shoes squirrelled away in her deceivingly equipped hand bag. The shoe change will further enhance her ability to move quickly, efficiently and without the clacking her heels would have caused. As she rounds the corner, up the block from the Sitting Room, she sees an eerie site in the evening mist . Upon spying it, she thinks she's in for an interesting time. And decides to return in the morning.

Her return reveals a less eerie picture of some truly grand architecture from ancient times. A castle in its own right, this place of worship must have its very own secrets to reveal.

From the kings of old, she thinks. What amazing preservation! Upon entering the church, and fortunately being able to blend with the worshippers, she is able to conduct a little reconnaissance on the venue. This is what she finds within.

A lovely choir loft can be found and will make a perfect base of operations for the two to conduct business from. The entrance to the loft is concealed appropriately. When the church is without service it will be easy to slip to the loft without even alerting the minister to their presence. "Yes, this place will do." She says allowed. A elder close by sends her quite the look at her statement. "This place will do for what, dear?" Forgetting herself a little Clue turns to the elder and smiles, "to hear the voices of the choir, of course madam. These are wonderful acoustics for a meeting with our lord and to hear the Angels that sing, do you not think?" The elder woman gives Clue what can only be described as a look of mixed disapproving and agreement. Smiling at the elder woman, Clue waits for her to return to her settling and preparations for service, slipping out quietly to return to the Sitting Room to leave word with Bernard for Lawrence.

Moving quickly down the street Lawrence realizes in his rush to make the Ministry Offices before closing time that he did not even say goodbye to The Fixer and on top of that he can't seem to find a cab anywhere. "Blast!" he swears at himself. Moving down the narrow alleyway into the square he finally sees one. Getting into the back he tells the driver, "Ministry of Defense HQ on Trafalgar Square, and hurry!" The driver nods and the cab lurches onto the street. As the buildings pass Lawrence sighs and leans back in the seat. Not unexpectedly his thoughts turn to The Fixer and her mysterious proposition. "Canadian Military Intelligence, General Allenby, mysterious packages, this must be something very serious." he thinks to himself. He removes the old Webley from it's holster, opens the frame and checks the cylinder. Six .455 caliber rounds shine up at him. He gives the cylinder a quick spin to ensure it was in good order. "Might need this." he thinks replacing it in the battered leather holster on his belt. Just as he begins to daydream about the mysterious woman the cab lurches to a stop. "Here you are Captain, that'll be 1 pound 3 shillings." "Thank you sir, here is 2 pounds no change needed." Lawrence said stepping out. "Much obliged sir." the driver says. Lawrence quickly makes his way to reception and is taken to the main headquarters. "Colonel Bellamy will see you now, Captain Lawrence." says the receptionist. Lawrence walks into the ornately decorated office and stands stiffly at attention before the wide cherrywood desk. "At ease Captain, please take a seat." Bellamy said not looking up. "Your transfer paperwork is in the folder before you. Review it and report down to the paymasters office to collect your back pay." "Transfer sir? I was under the impression I was to be discharged." Lawrence said, less surprised than he thought he'd be. "I'm afraid not, you are being transferred to the Intelligence Branch immediately for a special assignment it seems." Bellamy said peering across the desk. "Very good sir." Lawrence says standing to his feet. "If there is nothing further Captain, you are dismissed." Bellamy says. "Thank you sir." Lawrence says standing to attention and snapping a sharp salute. Bellamy returns the salute "Good luck Captain." Lawrence turns on his heels and quickly makes his way to the paymasters office to draw his back pay. As the clerk takes his sweet time processing the paperwork, Lawrence wonders what "TheFixer" is up to this very moment...

After clearing the paymaster's office, Lawrence makes his way through the building out towards the street. Before he walks out the receptionist stops him. "Captain Lawrence? Please wait here there is a dispatch coming through for you." Moments later another soldier appears and hands Lawrence a brown package. Wordlessly, Lawrence nods, takes the package and moves toward the street. "Hopefully The Fixer has checked the church and is back at the Sitting Room." He says to himself while hailing a cab. As the cab makes it's way through the streets he reads through the file. Apparently Allenby has loaned him to Canadian Military Intelligence for the duration of this mission. After getting up to speed on his new situation Lawrence opened the package and picked through the contents, none of which made any sense to him. "I guess Fixer will have to fill me in when I see her." He thinks. Finally, he arrives back at the Sitting Room. He looks around but doesn't see her. Disappointed he makes his way over to Bernard, "Any messages for me old chap?" he queries. Bernard hands him a slip of paper. Reading it carefully Lawrence then checks his watch. "1800, it appears I have some time. Maybe I should find a spot to eat and clean up a bit." Getting a recommendation from the barman Lawrence finds a nearby inn where takes a moment to clean up and have some dinner. Changed into a clean uniform he feels quite a bit better. "I probably should get some regular clothes. I'll have to check into that after the meeting." Looking down again he sees that it is nearly 1900. "I best not keep the lady waiting." he says hurrying out the door. Headed down the darkening streets Lawrence can only wonder as to what he is up against...

Walking beneath the halos of the street lamps Lawrence moves quietly down the narrow streets of cobblestone toward the church. As he walks he gets the feeling he's being followed. At first he writes it off to nerves left over from the war. He suspected even though Turkey had lost the war he would always have to watch for their agents who would still want revenge. As he passed a set of shops Lawrence stopped to look in through the windows pretending to shop when he really was checking for anyone who might be following. Just behind him a 1/2 block back was a figure in a dark trench coat and hat who seemed to be loitering just inside the shadows. Having passed that area a few moments before Lawrence knew no one had been standing there previously. Deciding to act quickly Lawrence started back down the street but instead of walking straight down to the church which was a few blocks ahead he ducked down an alleyway. After he was out of sight of his pursuer he ducked into a darkened doorway behind some haphazardly stacked crates. In a moment the darkened figure hurried past down the alley headed in his original direction. Lawrence allowed him to pass and when the coast was clear he turned back and resumed his course. Moving quickly from alley to alley and avoiding the light Lawrence managed to reach a service entrance to the church. Checking once more for his pursuer and not seeing him Lawrence forced the old door open and made his way inside. "Phew!" he sighed. That had been too close. "Alright, time to find the Fixer and find out what is going on." he mutters. Making his way down through the maze of hallways Lawrence comes to a staircase leading to the balcony in the main sanctuary. Thinking it would be a good place to look for her, Lawrence unsnaps the cover on the holster of his revolver and ascends the stairs carefully. A few steps up the stair lets out a loud creak. "Blast, any tactical advantage I had is gone now." he mutters to himself. As he approaches the last turn in the staircase he notices a new smell. Something quite out of place in the church whose mixture of musk, myrrh and old wood permeates the air. Something sweet, something feminine. "The Fixer" he reasons. "It must be her." Moving quickly he ascends the last of the stairs and sees a familiar face waiting for him. "Hello!" he says with a wide smile. "Didn't keep you waiting too long I hope. Before we go much further, I think you better bring me up to speed, I had some company on my walk over and I'm afraid we might have bigger problems."

Lawrence stifles a nervous laugh. "Forgive me m'lady, rest assured the rounds in this chamber are not meant for you." Placing his weapon back in its holster and snapping the cover closed he continues, "If I may also ask you to holster that Beretta concealed under your coat in your right hand. Since I no longer see it strapped to your right thigh I can only assume it's there. Hence my delay in holstering my own sidearm. I was concerned I had read you wrong." Sitting on the bench next to her he began to laugh again. "You know it would be just my luck, survive the war, find a new adventure, meet an interesting and attractive woman only to be shot by her in what should be one of the safest places on earth. Far too many ironies to reconcile there, wouldn't you agree?"