Felix Hausten
Location: Classic Building
He smirked a little at the agent's words. he was actually quite a nice guy, better than he had originally thought a secret agent out here would be. Was he English? He called him bloke, that was something he knew the British used alot. Originally, he had expected to just see so many annoying people around here, but everyone seemed different than he had first heard from back home. It was obvious to him now the stereotypes he had been told of at home simply weren't correct. These two right here, they seemed to be friends, seemed to be good people.
"A bulletproof vest would be nice hehe" he chuckled slightly as he followed along, making sure Riley had locked her door before walking down the stairs beside the rockstar. It was amusing how he had ended up teamed up with an Agent and a Rockstar. What an odd set of circumstances.
As he walked it was evident he had some sort of limp, his muscles still ached a little. "What got me into writing...huh I'm used to being able to avoid that question" He smirked and smoothed out his jacket "I began because back there, in germany, there was so much inspiration but not the real adventure and mystery, so I created it in my novels. It was enjoyable for myself to read, it was like another world where the real action and mystery existed, and somehow people started to like my writing. I just really enjoy this new place, new inspiration and Mr Tinder here needs some help, and I need some inspiration. Whilst we're on the topic, what got you into being a rockstar?"
