[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]

If it hadn't been her words, Josephine's kiss on Haakon's cheek calmed him down from the earlier conversation. Either it was her calm attitude towards the sitation or the kiss itself, but the trace of spite in Haakon melted away like the snow in spring. Instead he found himself breathing calmly again, like he had continued smoking that cigarette, thought that still rested half-smoken between his fingers. And like Josephine, he entered his quarters to get changed. 

First off him was his fedora, thankfully untouched by the bloody table standing between his interrogator and Haakon Then his sweaty shirt and dirtied pants from the little joy-ride with the prison-van. After a quick wash of his face, Haakon had the privilige of changing clothes for the first time in what felt like forever. He chose to wear a clean, white shirt and light brown pants. Less formal than what he had worn before, but it was far less dirty and smelly after their endevours, so he wasn't complaining. 

But what then? Haakon looked down at his pocket-watch, wondering how much time had passed. How much time did he have before the legal man returned? Soon? Five minutes? The longer he looked at it, the longer time felt passing, and so he pocketed the watch. No need to stand there and watch time fly, even though that was pretty much all he had energy for right then. 


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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] 

[Color=007236]"My good Sir, mostly two reasons weigh in on my wish to seek employment here."[/color] Mahendra said most humbly to Mr. Kohns as he was asked about his reasoning for applying there. Like the man holding Mahendra's imminent future in his hand - beside the Gods of course -, the Bengali removed his hat, but placed in calmly in his lap while he folded his hands. 

[Color=007236]"I'm deeply interested in the archelogical significance that is unfolding itself here in Egypt, Sir. Yes, I might have been involved in digs of interest both in England and my own homeland, but Egypt is...Egypt, Sir. And then there is my personal reasons. I served here in Egypt, defending the Canal from Turks. I became a man in your land, Sir, and the memories of friendship and war I have not forgotten. Perhaps that also is why I am here, as to not forget in the first place..."[/color]

Mahendra sighed quietly, leaning forward slightly over the desk as if not wishing to be overheard. [Color=007236]"My background may sound promising, but as an Indian I am...well, not particuarly renowned as more than an assistance in those projects. I am by no means a rich man of my occupation, and so I take what I can. Perhaps this run-back, as you say, can get me on a righter track this time?"[/color]