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

So that was how it was going to be? Haakon hadn't expected Peter and the Lord Major to entirely accept his demand, but this? He wasn't under the impression that their clearly well-meant behaviour of following Abbas had been enough to convince the two of them that Josephine and Haakon were decent folk. Far from it. In the words of the Lord-Major himself, they were granted protected because they in some way should "play a part" like this some kind of adventure novel. Not evidence enough? No evidence? Oh Haakon would give them evidence, just wait. 

Peter left them before Haakon could muster any dignified response, and the Lord Major left not long after his nephew in a less arrogant way. Haakon looked at Josephine, giving a quiet sigh as the worst was by now over. At least he hoped so. [Color=DF0101]"I'm usually fond of the British, but Mr. and Mr. Keystone are starting, how should I put this; get on my nerves."[/color] Haakon said in a low voice to his American friend. So far she had been the only one to stand by his side and defend him. And seen as the majority of the group were affiliated with the Lord Major, Haakon felt that Josephine and he were slowly becoming the black sheep of the family. 

[Color=DF0101]"Four minutes. No time to waste then, got a few things I need from my room. It's just downstars, are you coming?"[/color] Haakon sent the question to Josephine as he began walking towards the stairs and down them. His room was on the second floor, so his pace down the staircase was quick and precise. Four minutes to grab what he needed. It wasn't that much, it was just the time-restraint. He soon came to his door, which he proceeded to open and step inside his room. He quickly put his typewriter in the box it was supposed to be carried in and put that in his suitcase, alongside another set of clothes, his casefile and notes. Everything else he could more or less easily replace, even if his reporter's salary was questionable. Hoping he hadn't used up those four minutes, he proceeded outside.