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

Seeing Josephine out of her temporary cage like a beautiful song bird added to the sense of relief that was filling up Haakon; save from the pained screams from Abbas, Haakon had for once again a reason to feel a sense of happiness. Sure, they probably were far from out of harm's way, but at least they had another day to live. Haakon gave Josephine a relieved smile as he saw her, and was about to comment on their meant-to-be protector inside the prison, when he heard it. 

Well, on second thought Haakon realized that it could be one person that had the capability of creating sounds of that esoteric nature. The Corporal. The smile on Haakon's face ceased to be for a moment, before it came back with a chuckle. [Color=DF0101]"I think you just got your answer, Jo Dear."[/color]

The scene out in the courtyard didn't seem to have changed that much since they were taken for 'just some quick interviews'. The only thing that caught Haakon's eye was the trail of blood leading to what he only assumed was the source of the screams. But since Haakon had little to no symptathy for the thief and liar, he did his best to pay him no attention, and focused on the Corporal himself. [Color=DF0101]"Corporal, it's swell to see that you are all right. I was worried something was wrong. Is it time to return to the Barracks?"[/color]

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[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color]On his way to the Egyptian Museum[/center][hr] 

If there was one thing that Mahendra had learned about Cairo, and Egypt in general really, it was that the traffic was no way as bad as it was home in Kolkata. For a starter, there were no elephants clogging up the streets. And then there were just fewer people to take to the streets in a busy day like this. Sure, he could see how Europeans would understand the Egyptian roads and streets as 'straight out dangerous', but Mahendra took it easy instead. There was no reason to shout angerly at them after all. 

The Bengali geologist crossed one of the streets with a quick pace, weaving his way between a truck and a duo of camels, ending safely up at the other side. Though he wasn't sure if it was the right way to go, he was in no hurry to ask for directions. He enjoyed seeing the city after all. Though it didn't take him too long to see the outlines of his destination for the day, far down the main road of Cairo leading towards the Nhile; The Egyptian Museum.