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

Nothing. For all his time with people in his career, trying to figure out their motives and if their words were true, Haakon just found a stone wall rising up behind the eyes of his interrogator. Not even when another man entered, put down a notepad and a pen on the table and left, did the pokerface man show any sign of emotion. Perhaps he was heartless, or he was simply trying to intimedate the Norwegian foreigner in front of him. In any case, it was disturbing, especially with the bloody pool still in from of Haakon. But he was told to continue, and so he did. With his hands folded resting at his lap, he continued. 

[Color=DF0101]"To keep it to a minimal and relevant, Miss Clark and I followed him through the kitchen and upstairs. We witnessed him enter one of the hotel rooms, and it was decided that I stay outside the room while Miss Clark tried to get around him from outside the balcony through another room. It was then that it became appearent what, or rather who he had argued about with the receptionist; a known assosiate of Miss Clark and I, as she and another assosiate appeared to question why I was standing outside her room. When the door was opened, with the given key to the door I must make clear, the murderer stood there, brandishing a knife towards Miss Clarke. The rest you already know, having apprehended him and taken him into custody. A criminal and a murderer was caught, another murder was avoided, and hopefully the first will be brought to justice. And that's what I was doing at the hotel, for that night I slept at the military barracks."[/color]

Haakon finished his explaination, hoping he had what was right; give them the information they wanted and enough to let them go, but not enough to cause them to dig further into the case. For he was having deep suspecion that the Non-disclosure Agreement still affected what he said in the prison. Putting it very bluntly, the question was whether he wanted the military to shoot him for treason for saying something they didn't like, or rotting in an Egyptian prison for not saying what they wanted him to say. 

Of course it could all end happily and Josephine and him could just walk out of there, but he was starting to become quite the cynic.