[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks -----> Grand Continetal Hotel [/center][hr]

Haakon had never met Peter in his life, never seen him or heard of him. Not even once in what normal people would call a [i]strike of pure fate[/i]. And yet Haakon was certain of one thing, that one thing he was willing to bet his whole career on. Okay, perhaps more than one thing; it was clear that Peter was hiding more than he was letting on. It was clear that Haakon had spoken in a way not tolerated by the British gentlemen. But most importantly;

[Color=DF0101]"I don't know about you, Josephine, but I'm starting to think that Peter Keystone doesn't like me?"[/color]

The look of spite glowing from Peter's eyes could have given Haakon a chill, had he not been given that stare many a time before. In his line of work, it was to be expected, as long as they never actually went through with their threats. Now Haakon wasn't expecting Peter to actually killing him, but it would severly hinder his nosing into the mysterious events that had befallen them all if both the Keystones wouldn't talk to him. 

Haakon spoke as soon as the door behind them was shut and the fresh(er) air of Cairo filled his lungs. For the second time today, he was glad to be outside again, not cooped up surrounded by the strangers he now knew by their respective names. With Josephine by his side, he looked at her as she spoke. [Color=DF0101]"I know I didn't have to, but I'd prefer to be on the good side of those people I'm about to..investigate, so to speak. Besides, I should have waited with those questions until we had gotten to known each other better, not the minute he walked into the room. But what's done is done."[/color] 

The sky was dark, stars sparkling at them from above and the Moon a companion of her little brothers. The noise from the streets far off, the sound of the Nile and the people inhabiting this ancient city, was audible enough for him to hear and register, but not loud enough to keep his thoughts from jumping back and forth in his head. Haakon looked at Josephine, and smiled. [Color=DF0101]"Good to know that at least you back me up."[/color]

Haakon pulled out his notepad, flicking it open to the page he had written on a few minutes ago. [Color=DF0101]"Awfully convenient indeed, especially [i]just[/i] to ask for Vera Munn's hand. And even more strange by the this..."[/color] Haakon pointed at the dates he'd written down. [Color=DF0101]"...If he was a prisoner of war, he should have been released in 1918 or 1919, at most sometime early 1920. That gives him 4 years of not existing. I can't imagine him wishing to stay dead for so long, not without being forced. And he's here, awfully close to us having these strange dreams and being branded. I can't think of a what the connection is, but there must be one..."[/color]

He kept on walking, changing his look from Josephine to his notepade, to the sky above and back to Josephine. But then he stopped as a thought popped up when he mentioned the branding. [Color=DF0101]"How's your finger, Jo? Does is still hurt?"[/color]