[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]

The feeling of oddity didn't subside as Haakon entered the barracks, on the contrary. He had already been inside the Qasr El Nil Baracks earlier that day enjoying a drink - and the demeaning looks from Peter Keystone -, but returning there within the night to protective his possibly endangered life, that he had not anticepated. This time he was even going to be searched. 

First in was Aziza, then Harry and Josephine. Then it was him. Haakon was led into a closed off room by one of the soldiers. Putting his suitcase and satchel on the table, he listened intently while the contents of the aforementioned Non-disclosure Agreement was read up for him. Haakon gave a mental sigh as he looked down at the piece of paper, ready for him to sign. It wasn't that he wasn't going to sign, he already held the pen in his hand at this point; he was simply reading the whole text, looking for the infamous "small print" where his hand could be even more forced than it already was. After a moment of reading, he looked up at the soldier and asked him the question that had been on his mind. 

[Color=DF0101]"If I may, Corporal, I'd just like some clarification; will the agreement affect what's already written in my notebook and files? When I wrote in them weeks ago and earlier today, that was before the Lord Major direction our attention towards the agreement. I'm simply asking so that I understand it fully."[/color]

The Clerk stopped what he was doing and looked at Haakon, taking the notes and looking over them carefully. "Sir, it doesn't matter what you wrote, even if it was ten years ago. Once you sign this, it means that nothing pertaining to anything that you are doing with the Lord Major, his guests, this base, or the King's Armed forces can ever be written about, spoken about, published, etc. Ever, without being subjected to penalty and punishment determined by the Lord Major - which can include the penalty up to death," he stated flatly as his eyes went over the note book, flipping page by page. "That is unless you are granted special permission by the Lord Major in writing and in the presence of an official of his majesties legal department of the armed forces, such as myself."

Haakon looked at the soldier as he responded to him, keeping his eyes locked on him. He was determined not to appear as being shaken or concerned by those words, but inside he cursed himself. So the law was having a retroactive effect, meaning that as long as the soldiers there thought it was related, it could be confiscated or destroyed. Knowing how seemingly everyone disliked Haakon and his kind, he felt certain that nothing in his notes were sacred. Why had he decided to take them with him? 

Oh yes, because he thought that was safer. And now he could do nothing but kick himself mentally. Externally however, Haakon nodded to the soldier, who was now looking through his notes. [Color=DF0101]"Then we're on the same page, so to speak. Thank you."[/color] He said while he signed the papers. In truth there was little else Haakon could do, and so he would allow for himself and his items to be searched and catalouged. With that done, he was escorted outside to find the Lord Major himself asking if anyone had any questions. Haakon had tons, but a lack of energy and the conviction of his tainted reputation made him keep silent, simply wandering over to Josephine.