[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Warehouse ([color=mediumspringgreen]K9[/color]-> [color=mediumspringgreen]L5[/color])
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James nodded at Blink’s response. It was true that running downstairs would take extra time and if the driver said no, James wasn’t about to argue. And as if some twist of fate wanted to drive the point home, three guards walked in. James was lucky enough to catch their attention.

He considered his options carefully and decided distracting was probably the best option. He raised his hands and turned slowly, moving carefully around the table before stopping. He didn’t bother sparing the group a glance, instead concentrating on keeping a conversation.

[color=mediumspringgreen] “Well, fancy meeting you here. Though I suppose it was only a matter of time but still, I feel like you moved way too fast for your normal days. Extra boring shift?”[/color] James asked cheerfully, spitting out whatever came to mind. [color=mediumspringgreen]”Don’t suppose you could look the other way huh? Just need to grab some field poles from downstairs, you know?”[/color] 

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[center][h1][b][i][color=F2C31A]Requiem[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=F2C31A][b]Location[/b][/color]: Frost International HQ
[color=F2C31A][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Auditory Hypnosis[/center]

Requiem watched Jinx as he stomped into Frost’s HQ. Nothing like boiling anger to make a scene. Requiem counted as the seconds ticked by, watching to see if anyone reacted to Jinx’s presence. A blip form his cellphone interrupted him―not that he saw anything anyway―and he hummed non committedly. He stayed there a few more moments before making his way across the street, considering how they wanted to handle this. 

Security would likely log their entrance, considering they didn’t have an appointment, and whoever wanted to keep this under wraps would probably be monitoring this. They could announce themselves, see if anything pings in the system or if any of security follows up with a third party, and follow that line. Or they could get in without a ping and keep their investigation focused on the floor that held the lost project.

Requiem entered the building and he deliberately slowled himself, counting a second or two between the click of his cane as he looked around the lobby. He noted the entrance and stepped up next to Jinx, settling his hand on the small of the disaster’s back and pressing light, guiding him towards the security desk.

[color=F2C31A]“You know you can’t run ahead of me like that darling. I can’t walk for very long before I get tired.[/color] Requiem let fond exasperation color his voice as he spoke to Jinx, turning to the security officers. [color=F2C31A]“Spouses. What do you do with them? Can’t live with them, can’t live without them but I wouldn’t have it any other way.[/color] He said with a chuckle. [color=F2C31A]“We have some business to attend to in the building. It shouldn’t be a problem to [i]let us pass without any issues.[/i]”[/color]

The guard gave Requiem an unimpressed look which he returned with a calm smile though it twitched a moment when Jinx caught him with a light nudge of the shoulder. [color=F2C31A]“Really, it shouldn't be a problem to [i]let us pass.[/i]"[/color] He kept himself calm and collected outwardly even though it was quite annoying that even with the disaster's assistance, the guard proved resistant to his methods, instead pulling out the pass Shaw had provided them with.