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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 1517608" data-attributes="member: 961">Misha nods to Tellman and continues walking into the building.  He nonchalantly flashes his badge, and then clears his weapon, with an old practiced motion.  Once through the security he works his way towards Herrington’s office.  He gave curt nods to the agents and coworkers that knew of him, but tried to avoid extensive conversation.  He was cataloguing faces, making sure he recognized them, and checking exits, picking up any details around he could.  It was an old if useful habit, and something he did without conscious effort.Once outside Herrington’s office he knocked politely, waiting to b acknowledged before entering.  Misha was impeccably dressed as usual in his long trench coat, plain-clothes armor-vest, black pants, and sturdy yet stylish shoes.  Misha rather enjoyed looking nice despite his usual demeanor, he was rarely ruffled or haggard and always looked prepared and professional, a holdover from his military days.  Although his long hair was well outside of the military regulations and even his superiors felt it was a little too casual, but he just ignored them.  It was his one sign of silent rebellion…He waited patiently to enter.<img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~crispin/resources/images/characters/amon.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>