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

The man wasn't budging it seemed. He either had a death wish or he assumed she didn't know how to use a gun. Rather a stupid assumption. Her grandfather taught her and she was quite good with one. Before she could speak, the door began to creak open and the man prepared his knife. She pointed the gun at him, prepared to shoot if he made any sort of motion for an attack. She expected Haakon to walk through the door and was surprised to see Sgt. Walsh enter. The soldier pointed his own gun at the man. She was kind of relieved. Soon, Aziza walked into the room and came right at the man and slapped him, causing him to drop his knife.

Things seemed under control now, [color=F48CA7]"Quite the slap, darling. You have a good arm."[/color] She walked over and picked up the knife and handed it to Sgt. Walsh, [color=F48CA7]"Glad you showed up when you did. I wasn't sure how to handle this ruffian."[/color] She walked over to Haakon with a warm smile, [color=F48CA7]"Of course I am all right, darling. It takes more than some murdering felon to get the best of me. Your concern is appreciated, though. Now, what are we to do with this man? We should go tell the authorities he is here, I feel."[/color]