[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

The ride there was comfortable enough, though Josephine preferred more luxurious accommodations. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers since she was thrusted into this situation. As they moved through the streets, it gave her time to think about all that has happened. While she did so, she noted that Haakon was busy writing in his journal. As much as she liked him, didn't he ever learn? He was already in hot water with the lot of them. Did he have to further upset the wasp's nest by kicking it? Still, she admired his tenacity. Perhaps he was trying to sort out this mystery.

And what a mystery it was. Hopefully, they would be able to find answers. As the taxi pulled up to her home for the time being, she stepped out and was escorted inside. Haakon made a joke about the armed guards, but she had been in this situation before. [color=F48CA7]"Actually darling, yes. There have been a few times I needed to be escorted by armed guards. Quite thrilling, sometimes."[/color]

Finally, they entered and the rotund older man began to speak about the proceedings. The fact she would have to give up some of her things worried her, but surely having means to protect yourself wasn't a crime? She would deal with that when the time came, as it seems they wanted Aziza to go first. Made sense, really. The poor woman had been through a lot so far. She was hoping the saying 'ladies first' still held true and she could go next.