[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]"If there's a balcony on either side of the room, we simply have to gain access to either room..."[/color]

Haakon had fallen just behind Josephine on their truly nerve-wrecking hunt of this dirty-looking ruffian. They had reached the top floor and followed the man -  from a distance, of course - until they witnessed him enter one of the rooms. At the sight of him being armed with a knife, Haakon reconsidered his initial plan of holding him at gun-point. Sure a revolver was more powerful than a simple knife, but only as long as the knife wasn't a meter away from you. And inside the suite, that would be enough for someone to get stabbed. 

But before he could comment further on the subject, he heard laughter, a familar laughter or just a recognizable voice coming from what he guessed was the main stair-case. Sure enough, two jovial people, a lady with long hair and a man in uniform, came into view heading straight for the door, before turning around and heading downstairs again. Hadn't Haakon known better, he would have called out a certain pair of names, but he knew stealth was of the essence right now. 

[Color=DF0101]"So he's here to either rob her of something very, very special, or to simply murder her. How intruging, though that's a story I'd rather not write. You're quite right, and we need to make sure said upper hand is ours. Let me suggest a plan..."[/color]

The revolver in Haakon's hand he still clung tightly around, as he gave two quick looks at the doors on either side of their headed destination. Walking quietly over to the door on the right, he gently grabbed the door-handle and turned it, checking to see if it was open. [Color=DF0101]"Stay here, make sure he doesn't leave this floor, at least without a bullet in his leg. Be careful, Jo."[/color]