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

He grinned watching them handle the guns before clicking his tongue glancing out of her window. This was getting boring. He needed to go to that exchange, chances were there was something big there, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible for something juicy to write about. 

With a sigh he began to pace and listened to marc with a neutral smile plastered on his face as he weighed up his options on what to do. He probably had a plan so it would be best to check in. [color=39b54a]"Well for starters it wouldn't be my first rodeo, my late brother left some notes on how to handle those type of deals."[/color] he let those words lie with a small chuckle [color=39b54a]"But for now Marc, what are our moves? I don't fancy the idea of being cooped up in here all day"[/color]