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

It was a true miracle that Haakon didn't storm right into the proud chest of the Lord-Mayor, with his attention focused on finding a suitable exit and all; another miracle was the lack of outbursts of anger and annoyance that would surely have spewed out of his mouth, hadn't it been for the suddeness of it all. Nothing else but short, stocky beginnings of sentences made their way from his tounge, only to be cut off swiftly and joyfully by the Lord-Major. 

Before he realised it, he had been agreed for to meet the Lord-Mayor after breakfast. It took the time between him being recommended the tea and Haakon witnessing the Lord-Mayor sitting down amongst his previous company, that the full magnitude of the situation began to sink in. Trifle of a matter? The nature of the Old Guard had been most pleasent, though Haakon thought the matter was anything but pleasent itself. The fact that the Lord-Mayor had spoken to him about a matter, led him to believe that it involved his writings; why else speak to him personally and, to be frank, give Haakon an appointment he couldn't refuse?  The fact that he had an armed soldier following him was little comfort to the Norwegian journalist. 

Haakon walked in silence towards the breakfast-counters once again, no longer seeking the comfort of the outside. The armed soldier behind him made sure of that, for he would surely be reminded that they'd prefer him inside those four walls. He took the pot of tea, filled a cup with its content, and silently took a sip of it. He'd be damned, but the Lord-Major had been right. It was good. 

[Color=DF0101]"...Hvile kan man gjøre i graven..."[/color] A muttered to himself, before walking back to the table with his previous company. With Miss Tarek gone, Haakon felt more comfortable in their presence, even if he was wondering what he was going to do with the Lord-Mayor afterwards. He sat down just as he heard Josephine thank Keystone for his hospitality, even if it was a reluctant one. [Color=DF0101]"I'd like to second that motion of gratitude, Lord-Mayor, even if these walls cannot hinder nightmares of Biblical propotions. It would seem that yesterday's events were more tiring than expected."[/color]