[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Streets of Cairo -->The Museum[/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"You're right, we just got to find our strong sides which the upper classes doesn't possess. I think the weather, and the past days have made me soft like that, but I won't let that happen again."[/color] Haakon felt shameful about selling himself short like that, it really didn't suit his character. Where had the strong-minded journalist gone? Probably to colder climates after the prison-episode and, well everything. If he had let his head hang down before, now he tried to push himself up and puff his chest out. The aristocracy be damned, he would show them. They would show them.

Right now however, Haakon showed a sudden unease to Jo's sultry words. Not as much as he didn't enjoy the thought of women like that, but that she had inserted it into the conversation he did not expect. Then again, who else would have? For the time they had known each other in that ancient city, Haakon could only guess one person to be like that. Jo. [Color=DF0101]"...So far the only thing I've gotten is red skin, like an Indian. You seem to have fared better in that regard, very much so."[/color]

And with that, they had arrived at the Museum. But they were not alone.

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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] 

While Mahendra didn't pitch in the conversation his figurative ten cents, he continued to listen intently to what Lauren and Neema shared amongst each other. So Neema was indeed the wise woman that she had appeared to be, having worked at the museum many years ago and knowing her way around the place. That notion only strenghtened as they came into contact with Akhmed, the man Mahendra had met earlier in the reception area and lead him down the proverbial road to employment. The nod didn't get lost to the geologist, but its true nature didn't reveal itself until a few words after. 

As the keys where handed to Mahendra, the tension was touchable to Mahendra, making him stand rather quietly as a by-stander. A bystander standing in the middle of what possibly was a long-term feud between literal generations. He simply gave a confirming, or more assuring nod to Akhmed to his order, at that time not sure whether or not he would follow it. 

The arrival of two new strangers would hopefully ease the tension, or at least divert it away for long enough, Mahendra hoped. 

[Color=DF0101]"Good day Sir. We'd like to have a word with Lady Munn, if she's availalbe. Is she occupied at the moment?"[/color] Haakon said politely to the man standing behind the front desk. It was only now however that he saw a familiar face amongst the small crowd that had gathered there. [Color=DF0101]"Ah, Miss Ridgeway. I'm almost surprised to see you here. I hope all is fine and well since last?"[/color] Haakon asked Lauren, before taking further notice of the two others with her. An older, native woman and someone Haakon could only guess was someone from the Indian subcontinent. Haakon gave both of them a pleasent smile, glad to finally see a friendly face. [Color=DF0101]"I'm sorry, where are my manners? Haakon J. Elvsgaard, of the Norwegian Dagbladet. Very pleased to meet you."[/color]

Mahendra couldn't help but think that he was weary of this apparent aquintance of Lauren. Sure, he seemed polite at first, but a journalist? A man who read little and wrote tons, was never as good as a man who wrote little and read more. But for now nodded politely back to the clearly foreign, non-British man and introduced himself. [Color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil.[/color]