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

At first Haakon felt a sense of relief fall upon his shoulders as he saw Mr. Walsh pull out his own revolver, ready to take over from him. Of course Haakon would make it clear that he was able and willing to open the door him too, but leaving it to an actual soldier with actual experience in these lethal situations, he was more than happy to let him go in first. Not that Haakon wasn't far behind him; he had to make sure Jo was fine, regardless of what she said. 

It was for those very same reasons that that sense of relief turned - in the blink of an eye - to a wave of confusion, as Miss Tarek made her surprise at seeing the man clear, and then stepping into the room to give the man a good slap across the face. Haakon had to blink a few times, just to unsure that this was indeed the same man they had been following from the reception. [Color=DF0101]"...and here I thought this night couldn't get any stranger..."[/color]

Haakon gave a brief look towards Josephine, who was standing still inside the room, a calm smile falling onto his face as he saw she was unharmed. [Color=DF0101]"Clearly me asking if you are all right is redundant now, or what Jo? You never cease to impress me."[/color] Haakon said to Josephine, his gun still clinging tightly in his hand as he turned around to look at this very, very odd scene unfolding itself in Miss Tarek's room.  

[Color=DF0101]"An excellent question, Miss Tarek, one that I'm equally wondering about; who in the name of John Dewey are you, and what are you doing here? You're clearly not just a local fan, now are you?"[/color]