[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Classic Building [/center]

He looked over to Riley to see her extract the envelope. With a smirk he nodded in approval of her findings. He was glad he was with this group of the agent and the rockstar. It was a good combination for him. he appreciated the mix that was for sure but he could tell a rogue writer wouldn't be needed for long. Not if he didn't show what he was good with. Find a clue. Gain their trust. That's what he had to do. And with a grin he walked out the bathroom.

[color=39b54a]"I'll give the kitchen a look over! See if he has any food that i can salvage. Ahaha no I'm joking, I'm actually looking for clues"[/color] He did a mock wave and wandered into the kitchen, casually opening cupboards and drawers. scanning them with his eyes as he searched desperately for a clue. 

He even opened up the microwave and the oven, whatever the man had he would open it up and search. If he couldn't find a clue was he any better than the rockstar?