[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Boston Heights [/center]

Idly humming, he looked up to see an odd image gracing his eyes. He shook his head slightly, amused that such a fortunate placing of himself would bring forth someone to interact with, someone who did not look like some common beat cop. His headphones were carefully taken out his ears and then roughly shoved into his pocket with his phone as he looked up, a small smirk on his face as he heard the agents words. 

It appeared things had taken a turn for the better in Felix's chapter in this story. He'd found his protagonist, and if he failed to fufill such a demanding role maybe he'd be the mysterious mentor to the true hero. He didn't care, he recognised what he was. A turning point. The change of events, for good or for the worst. The sensation filled Felix with excitement, almost wanting to skip ahead and see what the future held for all of them. But this wasn't a book. This was reality.

He got to his feet and smiled, holding out his hand, admiring his simple stereotypical FBI attire. [color=39b54a]"Felix Hausten, and yes I live here, just moved in a week ago, wonderful to meet you"[/color] He paused and looked around. [color=39b54a]"But my hoe things have changed, however it appears finally somebody has come to put some life into this place?"[/color] He wuirked a brow at his final remark, gesturing to Marc with a pained grunt, his arm still in some pain.