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

He looked at Marc for a minute, his teeth pressed together in a grin as his brain worked overtime. he wasn't the best at this when it came down to nitty gritty. He had to be home, with his typewriter, with his lighting, with his food. This wasn't his circumstances to work in. He flexed his hand before letting out a small sigh of relief.

[color=39b54a]"You said it yourself...you're not gonna believe me"[/color] He chuckled a little and looked around the room, before Riley had returned, and if she had, he didn't notice her. 

[color=39b54a]"From what I can gather..."[/color] This was bad he wasn't ready yet. [color=39b54a]"This Lawson...he was ready to do an all out shoot out with this arms dealer, presumably connected to Juno....or maybe someone else. I myself was doing some research recently."[/color] he smirked [color=00a651]"Ever heard of Queensguard? heard the head of that company's been getting involved. Curious that all this has been going down at once"[/color]