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


[Color=DF0101]"Okay, let us stick to that thought. Hopefully we'll have a small space of time to get to the Corporal and forward the message, whatever that message will be more specific. We're not under British Law in this land, but we surely must have some legal rights here as foreigneers, like having a short word with him...even if he's a British Corporal. Oh, I know too little of this country..."[/color] 

Haakon had to grin at Josephine's mention of the Corporal, for it was probably true that his shrieking voice could travel all across Cairo. Probably even further than any radio in Egypt. But the dark reality returned as they approached and reached their destination: The Prison. It was an abysmall sight really, worse than Haakon had expected, and he feared that it would not improve. But with one last look at his friend in the truck, he grinned briefly before exiting. [Color=DF0101]"Perhaps I shall have to forget my passable English then? Okay, maybe not, but still a thought?"[/color] 

The heel of his shoes hit the dirty ground of the prison, leaving a small cloud of dust or sand around his feet and an ever larger forshadowing feeling of something bad to come. The looks from the guards were far from better, but he knew that a weak man would probably not leave this place, regardless of his innocence. Better to look calm and collected, right? Haakon turned around to Josephine and held out his hand to her, if she so wished assistance. Then again, she was an American with an actual spine, so perhaps she'd show that to those Egyptian thugs of law?