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

Haakon was aware that Josephine was not just an ordinary damsel-in-distress, but one with an actual spine and guts. Her pulling out a gun herself - seemingly wielding it like it was as normal as taking a cigarette - was not something he had expected. And for a split second he was afraid that she'd might shoot him, but he quickly dispersed such ridiculos fears. For of all the people he'd met today, Josephine was still the person he trusted most. 

[Color=DF0101]"Good thinking, a little digging by us are better than the police. Less punching...unless the savage doesn't speak English."[/color] Haakon let Josephine go on before him, while he took one last look at the strangled body behind him. He was afraid that this would be only the first of many bodies left in the wake of whatever the heck was happening to them. Gun firmly gripped in his hand, he went inside.

Their arrival at the kitchen raised little, if not any attention by those personel who worked there. That was good, for then they could stay hidden from their suspect. Speaking of which, Haakin could see someone he swore was the same man they had seen just outside, now at the other side of the room. Giving Josephine a knowing look, he walked slowly through the crowded kitchen, gun partly hidden in his palm and behind his satchel. Instinct and experience told him that going around with a loaded gun usually meant trouble. [Color=DF0101]"If he's after her, why of all places search here? He surely can't know that we've met her, right?"[/color]