<font color=royablue> She frowned a touch as she looked down at the phone on her hip, flipping it open. "Lambert." She stated, not having looked at the called ID as usual. A low breath escaped her lips as her brow knitted together and her eyes narrowed as two agents rushed by her at a job down into the hallway. She tipped her head to the side as she waited to see who was on the phone, checking her gun and then shifted her weight to continue on down the stairs...</font color> -- :. Extra Board .:

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