[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Inside the Quinjet
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James’s incorporeal lip twitched as he got his way. Sure, resorting to sophomoric methods wasn’t a particularly proud moment but the job got done. Either way, being separated from his body wasn't an experience he ever wanted to repeat. 

James blinked his eyes open a few moments later, stretching with what limited capacity he had since he was still apparently stuck in Clarke's ice. Slouching like that, even for a just a little bit, was killer on the spine. James glanced around, noting what people were up to and decided for now it was probably best to wait and see how things played. He was surrounded by enemies at this point. He’d have to wait for the right moment to slip away. And he fully intended to do so.

He had a favor to return now.