[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color]The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr] 

One could never be sure what sure what was going on inside the heads of those fast asleep. Asleep or unconscious, as Mahendra was as he lay there, knocked out by the simple look of a man. He must have looked like quite the foold, even the coward from the perspective of others, but these were far from the thoughts he himself had. Those thoughts were sinister ones, pulled out of Hindu mythology of the Dead. 

A dark plane, only inhabited by three figures standing around Mahendra, situated in the middle of that god-forsaken land. The Bengali looked around, seeing only the back of each figure. Figures with a malignent aura to them. He could feel in his very bones, a shattering and painful feeling, like someone had bashed at him with a blunt object. Especially the back of his head. 

[Color=007236]"এই হল আমার অভিশাপ আছে কি?"[/color]  

The three figures turned to look at him, and his senses failed him once more at the sight of three Georges, all staring at him. Everthing went black, again, before he felt a soft sensation cushion his head's fall down into the abyss. Then there was light. 

Mahendra opened his eyes carefully. He gave a heavy breath out, slowly coming back to his senses and realization that he was not dead, nor damned. By why was he looking up at the ceiling, and not the wall? With a loud voice, he called out.  [Color=007236]"Wha…why am I…here, on the floor?"[/color]

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[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Oh he understood that he didn't comprehend the full extent of Aziza's situations, and it annoyed him without a doubt that he didn't know. Sure he was concerned for whatever made her so frightened, but that only fueled his curiosity of what it could possibly be. He didn't dare, or bother to speak of this issue against the Lord Major, especially not with the serious tone he was given. 

Haakon, still silently listening to the Lord Major's concerns and warnings, was taken aback by the sudden change of mood, although in retrospect he was hardly surprised. Perhaps he enjoyed the fact that Haakon's writing were being in the hands of people able to translate it, and thus take it all away from him? Nonetheless, Haakon got up from the chair as the Lord Major wished him a good day, and gave him a polite nod. 

[Color=DF0101]"Thank you, Sir. Good day to you too. May I return to Miss Clark then?"[/color]