[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Grand Continental Hotel[/center][hr]

What have you gotten yourself into Jo?

That was the question, wasn't it? Here she was, about to leap from one balcony to another to enter a room with a crazed, knife-wielding man who has already killed someone, in Egypt. If this wasn't real life she would swear she was in a movie. She crept up on the ledge, said a few words to a God she didn't really believe in, and jumped.

A close call as she hit the other side. She quickly grabbed the nearby ledge to steady herself before hopping down to the floor. Perhaps she will go to church after all.

She looked inside to see the man hold the knife up as Haakon fumbled with the doorknob. It was perfect really. She opened the patio door and took out her gun, pointing it at the man. She mustered the experience she had playing the femme fatale before and spoke out, [color=F48CA7]"Put the knife down. Don't be fooled, I am quite handy with a gun and one false move and I won't hesitate to shoot you. You've already killed and the authorities won't think twice about an escaped convict being dead, will they? Now, put the knife on the floor, kick it away, and unlock the door so my friend can step inside too. Be warned, he is armed as well."[/color] She said it in her most authorotative voice, but she also thought the man may not understand English, so she was prepared to fire, just in case.