[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]

It was understatement to imply that Haakon was annoyed by the fact that his notes had been confiscated; it was truly a blow down below the belt. This surely that the honourable establishment of the British Army would take great care of studying it and hand-picking what they saw as just cause to gag him. To Haakon, this was the standard of how to silence the Press if they read something they didn't like. It was even further a smack to his face that the Norwegian Embassy was in the process of translating it. 

These troubles became specks of dirt compared to what the Lord-Major continued to say. 

Haakon remainded silent for the duration of the conversation primarly between Josephine and Lord-Major Keystone, taking in the fact that they were wanted at the prison for questioning in regards to the murder. The way the honourable Lord-Major put it, made it sound like it was they who had perpetrated the murder of last night. It came as a bigger surprise that they had been treated as good as they had been and would be, all with the protection and representation from the British Crown. Haakon was still annoyed that his notes were now in their hands, but he would be sure to thank them for their effort to help them regardless. 

And of course the man representing them was none other than the disturbingly amusing corporal from the previous night, as there was no mistaking from his high-pitched voice - if one could call the piercing shriek that emmited from his mouth a voice. As the representative from the prison, from now Haakon recognized as the man from earlier, Haakon put a comforting hand on Josephine's shoulder and adressed the Lord-Major. [Color=DF0101]"Thank you, Lord-Mayor Sir for your support. We'll be sure to repay it, even for our differences."[/color]