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

He was gazing off into the distance of the apartment. His mind racing. He didn't want to be tied to a group but he supposed it would be essential for survival. This agent man seemed interesting to say the least, defintely protagonist material, plus rock star girl wasn't really his forte when it came to characterisation. If the previous beat down had taught him anything, it was he wasn't gonna last long investigating by himself. He had information that would help hem...bu he couldn't tell them yet. he could tell them when it was more essential, then maybe it'd create more tension. But...it appeared something was happening.

He tilted his head and put on a humorous smile, closing his eyes and nodding, a small chuckle escaping him. [color=39b54a]"I've never been called Castle before but I enjoy it. If we are going to such a place...to investigate a dead man. If it has been one big conspiracy that has kille him I suggest we bring some form of defense"[/color]

he nodded at them both and chuckled again. [color=39b54a]"How do i say it...it doesn't appear that this is the first rodeo for any of us?"[/color]