[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Memorial Hospital [/center]

At first there was no answer, just the repetitive sound of the dial as he tried to will the police force of this good for nothing run down city to pick up. At first, Felix didn't believe Justice could be so bad, but things were bad, real bad. It felt like anyone could be out for you, trust was a foreign affair here it appeared. And he was certainly a foreign affair. He'd been naive, and he wasn't going to let the city kick him around anymore.

Finally, Justice prevailed, the phone picked up. Gregory, he didn't think he'd heard that name much, seemed safe though. The cop didn't sound like he was pretending to be a cop, he had that right amount of resentment for even having to handle the phone that he believed this was his chosen occupation. Meant he probably wasn't being recorded. At least on that end.

[color=39b54a]"Ah, hello Officer gregory, my name is Felix Hausten, I would like to report possible breaking and entering at Room 3B at Boston Heights. I was recently hospitalised so I cannot be there myself but I have high suspicion that there's people out to hurt me and cause me grief."[/color] This was insane. Like this cop was gonna even consider checking in there, his best hope was getting more conversation out of him.