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

He gritted his teeth again as he heard Marc's disappointed and slightly angry response. At least that was what Felix took it as. He rubbed the temples of his head as he put his head in his hands before seeing the sad smile from Riley and quickly gatherting up what was being said. This organisation was using her. At least Marc wasn't grilling him for solutions now. Now he had an idea on how to get himself involved. How to actually help out.

After all. That's all he was. A writer. He wasn't an agent or a rockstar, both of which had survived a serial killing. he was a writer well off from a rich family back in germany, getting himself involved when he could just go home and sip on champagne all day. But that. That would be boring.

[color=39b54a]"Is there anywhere safe you can hide Marc and yourself?"[/color] He asked with a quizzical expression. [color=39b54a]"I know I'm not the most trusted person in this room, however..."[/color] He nodded. [color=39b54a]"If you need someone to be a distraction with the guns, whilst you collect the other girl...I'd be happy to be of service"[/color]