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

[Color=DF0101]"Well we can't do it, we have to follow him."[/color] Haakon said quietly to Josephine as they began ascending the steps, trying to act as normal as possible, still with a loaded gun in his hand. The people passing them payed them no attention, thankfully. The last thing they needed was for their presence to be known by the escaped prisoner. But still, they had to alert the staff somehow. 

Quickly holding out his hand in front of a passing guest to stop beside him, Haakon leaned over made sure nobody else would hear him whisper; [Color=DF0101]"The escaped prisoner is here. Warn the reception and the police, no time to explain."[/color]. He gave the person he stopped a brief look, before venturing further up the stairs and leaving the stranger behind. At least he had tried now. Hopefully it would work. And if not, Josephine and him were alone. 

What a headline that would make. 

The man made his way down through a corrider, past the commons baths and sitting here, finally going up another set of stair. [Color=DF0101]"Forth floor. Okay, suppose he's not after her but indeed after something else, what would that be? Money? This isn't the easiest place to steal something, unless he's bold or stupid. That, or desperate. He did murder that poor man just outside, after all. Besides, I have not seen her here before, and I don't easily forget faces. But let us try to think; What could the clerk have told him? [/color]