[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]The street of Cairo, headed for the Barracks[/center][hr]

Haakon was taken back by the over-the-top positivety that emmited from the Corpral and his cheery reply to him. It didn't help with the sheer amount of words that was projected from his mouth, some of which flew straight over Haakon's tired head. But Haakon wasn't in a mood, nor state to ask for clarification, and for now silently got into the car. Finally, a good seat to rest his sorry ass for once. 

But as the car started moving, the Corporal seemed overly curious as to their methods of interrogation; ways that Haakon in all his career had yet to hear about. And of course he was kind enough to drop a little reminder that they had 'British friends' in town. [Color=DF0101]"That's one way of putting it, Corporal. But no, they just asked us a series of questions about last night's events, so I hope that we'll never have to set our foot inside that establishment again."[/color] Haakon said with a tired voice to the Corporal, not wanting to talk too much about it. In hopes of not having to continue the conversation, he tried to look out the window at the passing scenery. 

Cairo appeared more or the less the same as Haakon had experienced it by now; crowded and boiling hot. The car did move, albit sometimes with a few stops here and there, including the circumnavigating of a cart in the road. What had happened to it? The natural curiosity in Haakon wanted to know, though he figured it was nothing newsworthy. Not the cats, nor the walked vase of plants either...

[Color=DF0101]"Wait, what? Jo, isn't that the museum? What on Earth is that man carrying so many flowers there?"[/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]The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr] 

Soon Mahendra was there; standing in front of the Egyptian Museum, perhaps the finest collection of knowledge in Egypt beside the Great Pyramids themselves. And if it was meant to be, hopefully it could become Mahendra's workplace for the unforseen future. The Bengali could only hope, as he pulled out his wallet and looked a small piece of paper stating his education and profession. 

That was if he could get past the vast amount of cats that seemed to have taken up position around the Museum. [Color=007236]"That's...odd..."[/color] Mahendra said to himself, trying his best to make his way past and over several cats. But for one cat, he stopped. He bent down and gently petted the cat, smiling. [Color=007236]"If you are an omen, little cat, I hope it is a good one. Wish me luck, little protector of Egypt, please?"[/color] It might have seen odd for the foreign man to speak so serious to a simple cat, but Mahendra knew the cat's position in Egypt; what was the worse that could happen to him?

Stepping over a few more cats on his way, Mahendra finally walked into the Museum. Standing at the desk in what Mahendra assumed was the reception, he saw a man be rather amused by what he could see were walking flowers. No wait, a man carrying a vase of flowers, he was mistaken. An odd sight indead, but that was none of Mahendra's business. Taking off his hat and giving an audible cough, he tried to get the desk man's attention. [Color=007236]"I'm sorry if I'm intruding, Sir, but I'd like to apply for the position of 'Junior Archeologist'."[/color] Mahendra said to him, feeling the suspense growing within him.