[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Grand Continetal Hotel [/center][hr]

Well, Haakon wouldn't be able to complain that Josephine take the initiative in cases like this. Before Haakon knew it, she had emptied her glass and left him alone at the bar. For a few seconds he sat completely still, still holding his glass and looking after Jo leaving, before downing the remaining liquor himself and getting up. And for a moment, he contemplated whether or not to pay for the drinks; first of all he would be coming back either way, and secondly he was a little short of cash it were. But his common sense won in the end, forcing him to leave whatever scraps of money he had onto the counter, before running to Jo. 

Josephine was easy to find, the suspecious man not so much. But somewhere down the street, he saw him. The way he walked, the state of his clothes, and that fez; Haakon's instincts kicked in again. [Color=DF0101]"Remind me to question the clerk when we get back. Now, after him, but be careful. He musn't notice he's being followed."[/color] Haakon said in a hushed voice to Josephine, following right behind her as they continued to follow the man. And even for the circumstances of all this, Haakon couldn't help but smile. [Color=DF0101]"Now this fits me more, following people to discover whatever they're hiding. Intruiging, and highly needed. Why do you reckon he's after this Aziza lady, Jo?"[/color]