[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia 
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James didn’t bother responding. This was why he refused to commit full time to this team―a regular inability to plan, follow through, and adjust on the fly. It made his head hurt and he often forgot why he bothered coming at all if no one cared about protocol. Why be prepared and make the job easy? He let out a soft sigh and refocused. He still had a job to complete. 

He followed the group outside, making sure the wire was recording and adjusting the taser. On his way out, he stopped by his briefcase and pulled out the bypass tools he used when he picked up a junk car for parts but there wasn’t a key. Windows could be recycled too; no point in breaking them if he didn’t have too.

When they reached the back door, James pulled out the four piece kit and promptly dropped them in front of the door, muttering a long string of curses under his breath as he worked at the door lock. It took longer than he would have liked but he did eventually figure it out, the door clicking as he put away his tools. He stepped away, allowing someone else to take point. Stealth in an enclosed, quiet place was not his forte. He was a crowds type of guy.