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

He listened hard, for now just letting them do the deciding whilst he mentally prepared himself. It would be fun to interact with someone who was known to be morbid and a suspected killer? Just imagine the news if he got an actual suspected murderer to help him write scenes in his novel. What a marvellous read it would be.

As he was wired up, he couldn't help but get giddy about this whole situation. A small smile creeped onto his face as he nodded. This was going to be a major step in his endeavours, a walk on the wide of the alive and the side of the dead...this could be danegrous for him as they already knew his face.

That man. That man who had found him. Who was he? [color=a2d39c]"Ah, I do not have any weapons if I am frank, perhaps I could be lended a pistol?"[/color] He smiled and looked to Marc [color=39b54a]"I know basic skills with it, I'm pretty handy when it comes to marksmanship, so who knows"[/color]
 
[color=39b54a]"Now"[/color] he took out his phone and went onto uber, placing a message for one. [color=39b54a]"I've just contacted an Uber, so I'll be making my leave, the asylum correct? And I must warn you, I've made a...well very confrontational meeting with a member of this organisation...gruff man, bearded, balding slightly. I'd say mid 40s. Northern accent"[/color] he nodded again and clicked his fingers [color=39b54a]For now Auf Wiedersehen, with a weapon I shall make my leave"[/color]