[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 --> Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

More suitors? If there was one thing Haakon didn't need more of in their little 'Fellowship', as the Lord Major now called them, it was men trying to gain Lady Munn's hand in competition amongst each other. Two were already more than enough considering what Haakon thought of at least one of said suitors. The whole situation that they were in demanded determined action and thoughtful thinking, not beating hearts and overly-filled vases of flowers. It made Haakon sigh audibly, though the Corporal's continuous speaking didn't help either. 

Thankfully they made it back to the barracks, more than Haakon could have asked for when he thought he was going to sleep in a dark prison cell. But the protective walls and armed soldiers couldn't keep them safe from the Corporal's infernal shrieking, causing Haakon to close his eyes and tense up his head in pain, be it physical or mental. But the suggestion for some 'freshing up' in their quarters as a welcoming change, even if they'd have to inform the Lord Major of their endevours for that day. But not before another of his King's men talked to them again. 

Haakon's increasingly tired eyes looked over at the legal officer, his eyes falling on the pack of cigarettes he offered them. Now Haakon didn't smoke, not anymore. It was a luxury he seldom could afford those days. But a free one? Haakon extended his hand and accepted a cigarette before answering the very kind man. [Color=DF0101]"Anything besides the whole 'Don't leave town' part? Not much. Josephine?"[/color] Haakon thought that it was very little the British could do, seen as they hadn't actully been beaten or the like. His lack of words were also due to him coughing. He really didn't smoke cigarettes, but it was a comfort he needed now. 

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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] 

Mahendra's heart was beating faster at the realization that he was getting ever closer to employment, but the Bengali did his best to compose himself as he pulled out his wallet. [color=007236]"My name is Mahendra Huq Zazil. British India, West Bengali to be presice, Sir. "[/color] Mahendra's accent was just as thick as one might except of the desk-man introducing himself as Akhmed, the R's mistakable for L's and the intonation different from the normal English his clothes hinted an origin to. 

[color=007236]"I studied geology and recieved a degree and qualifications as a geologist at the Universty of Oxford; it says that here."[/color] Mahendra had pulled out a small number of folded papers and handed them to Akhmed, who would read his certificats as a qualified geologist and such. [color=007236]I've taken part in a few archeological digs; In Britain I assisted in the survey of old Norman fortifications in Eastern England, and in India I helped to discover a small temple from the 13th century, nothing much. But I have also worked at a motor roads, surveying the geological composition and...that's mostly that, actually. But I do have the adress to my professor in Oxford, although I don't know if he is available now."[/color]