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

With the sound of the door being locked, Haakon turned away from the room he had chosen to abandon for the night in return of a more defended quarter, and looked down the hallway of the hotel. Then he looked the other way. Empty, except for Josephine waiting for him. He hadn't expected to see anyone else, but nevertheless...

[Color=DF0101]"Munn. Vera Munn is her name. She's by far the most competent person of the group in whatever this whole adventure is surely about. Though I'm having difficulty being convinced about our connections to each other in regards to playing each our parts. At least attributing it to something cosmic and divine, however unexplainable our markings are. Oh well, it's been interesting so far to say the least, we might as well do our best to enjoy it. Even if they don't like us. Shall we?"[/color] Haakon said to Josephine as he walked up to her again, one hand reaching out to her, the other holding his suitcase. It wasn't that long of a walk downstairs and out to the outside, but that didn't mean he wouldn't treat his friend well. So far is only friend here. 

[Color=DF0101]"If push comes to shove, you can scavenge my belonings for anything of valid use. Hopefully we can gather the rest of our items tomorrow. But to change the subject, I am rather curious as to what frightnened Miss Tarek of what I said, or what was merely implied? Like you said, Jo, I wouldn't dream to write anything that would turn her fears into reality. I'm just sorry for causing her the pain, and not even being aware of what said thing was."[/color]

Soon they stood outside the hotel, the still warm egyptian night of Cairo lingering around them. In front of them Haakon could see the remainder of the group, standing around a pair of automobiles. Miss Tarek was seated in the car at the front, a Rolls-Royce Haakon guessed. He had to give it to the British; while their behaviour was far from ideal, their style was unquestionable. He hoped that his growing dislike of them would quickly pass, for he couldn't see himself not enjoying their positive sides. Walking towards the group, Haakon turned to Josephine. [Color=DF0101]"Ladies first, Jo."[/color]