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

The fact that Vera did not dismiss the mere idea of an underground sect of what had been a several thousand year old religion, sent him first raising a brow in his usual questioning way; it would be absurd for such a decadent practice of beliefe to have survived where Chrisendom and Muhaddemism had prevailed. But then it made him think of the possibility that since they were so faithful to keep their faith, they would surely be as radical and violent as the militant islamists of Morocco or the peoples of the lynching south of America. 

In spite of the possiblity, no wait, BECAUSE of the possibility of said villainous people presumably meeting them there, Haakon smelled a scoup. Perhaps even a clue to case he was actually meant to report on. And besides, he wouldn't object to spending some time getting to know these people, they seemed interesting in their own respective ways. Perhaps even eliglible for a few interviews? 

His line of thought was broken when the doors swung open and more people flouded into the room. Well actually it was only three, but suddeness still made him turn his head in suprise, and wondering. [Color=DF0101]"Let me guess, either a German radical attacked you because of your inferious genes and threat to the German Reich..."[/color] Haakon said to the woman in a hushed tone, though loud enough to be heard and not meant to conceal it - his appathy towards the Germans showing -, before he continued in a normal voice. [Color=DF0101]"...or you have all been experiencing pains and brandings on Egyptian symbols on your bodies, perhaps visions and dreams too? Haakon J. Elvsgaard, journalist and not-so-proud believer in the occult, for now."[/color]