[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Following Escort To Prison[/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"...I beg your pardon, sir?"[/color]

While Haakon far from enjoyed the situation Josephine and he had ended up in, all with their escort in this criminal's wagon and that, the single word that he heard from the front made him look with a concerned face; Interrogation. So that was why they were inside that vehicle of criminal captivation, because they were seen upon as suspects of the murder, not witnesses to it. At least that was Haakon assumed, seen as they were to be interrogated. And even a naive Norwegian journalist knew what they involved. 

He looked at Josephine after this exchange with the ones driving, his gears furiously grinding inside his mind in search of a clear-cut solution to this predicament. But all he managed to say was this; [Color=DF0101]"Right now, Jo dear, I only hope and pray that the truth itself shall set us free, for I have no other plans."[/color] For right at that moment, Haakon felt frightened for the first time in a long while. He knew that the truth were on both their sides, but he feared that it meant little to their now Egyptian captors.