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

Okay then, he wasn't out of the woods yet it would seem. The interrogator didn't seem satisfied with his explaination, pressing the details as to who opened the door, how and who apprehended that dirty scoundrel of an Arab. Haakon let his thought quickly bounce around in his mind; what could he tell? Who could he mention? What would give him either the end of a rope or the blindfold before the fire? But like before, he continued his explaintion, starting to gesticulate with his right hand. 

[Color=DF0101]"The police I meant. They were the ones to apprehend him after we took him out onto the street. Sorry, I wrongfully connected you and the local constabulary, still not accustomed to Egypt yet. Anyhow, like I said; the associate that opened the door is a Mr. Walsh, who was given the key by the mentioned associate at the spot. We were both armed with revolvers, mine of which is still being catalouged back at the barracks. That's how we apprehended him, seen as he decided to drop his knife when confronted by us."[/color]