milliways_bar; Feisal's Palace

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is sitting just inside the gates of the palace, reading some draft or another of the book that he's planning on publishing privately before he dies

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[underwater_owl]

The noise of the minivan going by is less than inconspicuous. The trail of dust, less so.

The whole bloody car backing up, at Random's insistence, well...

The Prince of Amber leaned his head out the window, and asked, in a bemused tone;

"That you, Lawrence?"

[almost_arabian]

Far less than, in fact.

Lawrence takes an exhale from the mouthpiece and forces the thick smoke out of his mouth, arching a brow.

"Are you not a little out of the way, Random?" He sets the 'piece back in its proper spot and then walks over to the gate, waving off a wary looking guard.

[underwater_owl]

"A bit."

He gets out of the van, because wow, too much time in the car.

"We're on a search and rescue, of sorts."

[almost_arabian]

"Oh. For who, then?"

Possibly the unconscious man upstairs? It seems like the most likely option, but he won't mention Sands until Random does.

He arches a curious brow and swings open the gate.

[underwater_owl]

"Certain ex-CIA bastards."

He grits his teeth.

"Sands."

[almost_arabian]

He casts a glance to the van, then back to Random.

"Right then. This way. Would you like the tour? I do not doubt that you have seen grander, but Feisal does like his luxuries.."

[underwater_owl]

"He's here?"

This is a stroke of luck.

"We'd better be fast. Maybe another time. I've got Ramon, Santino and Mal waiting in the car, of all things."

[almost_arabian]

"Rather unconscious and restrained - Feisal's conditions, of course, to keep him out of those dreadful dungeons - but yes, unfortunately."

But he nods nonetheless, leading Random into the main hall and then up a rather tall flight of stairs. And then another.

"I do believe you sound nearly as shocked as I did upon finding him face-down in the sand." It would have been so easy to leave him there...

[underwater_owl]

"That would be my grandfather's doing. He's not seriously hurt, is he? Mal would be upset."

And he's been with Mal long enough over the past three days to know this is a bad thing.

"We're driving back to the bar. Come along?"

[almost_arabian]

"I had been planning to go back to the bar, but explaining Sands' disappearance would have been difficult when I returned ... so I was rather stuck, you see."

He isn't very happy about this, really. He walks down the hall and takes several turns before they arrive at a rather solid-looking wooden door.

"So I suppose that I would not be adverse to joining your little caravan back."

[underwater_owl]

"Wonderful."

He stares at the door- solid means ominous to Random.

"Are we going to have any trouble walking out of here with him?"

[almost_arabian]

"As I said, he's rather unconscious at the moment. I should hope not."

He slides a hand into his pocket and picks out a heavy key to unlock the door with.

"Feisal was very concerned when he first came here. Sands can be rather ... well, you know."

[underwater_owl]

"Of course he can be. That's why he ended up here in the first place."

He slides into the room, and glances around quickly for other occupants, just in case. He doesn't know this place.

[almost_arabian]

There are two rather bleary-eyed men in their early twenties that look ready to at least put up some sort of effort, but they catch sight of Lawrence behind Random and simply shift uneasily.

"So I think that Feisal will be pleased to be rid of him."

[underwater_owl]

"We'll definitely do well to get him out of your hair."

He looks between the two men.

"Although I have to say, I'm not looking forwards to this."

[almost_arabian]

"Oh, don't worry too much on those two."

Lawrence draws the two men to the side and has a nice, stern chat with them. In Arabic, naturally.

"They seem rather relieved to have someone else taking him. He's not particularly nice to them, apparently."