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The blond carried on his his job while the other man listened to his advice and stepped onto the treadmill to his right. A wise decision that was, considering the one to his left was rather temperamental -- it would very quickly have proven the opinion of treadmills being dangerous. "Well, good thing I was here to warn you about that one," he stated, giving a little nod in the direction of the unused machine. "It likes to stop abruptly for no apparent reason. Learned that the hard way my first year here."
Another nod followed when the fellow introduced himself. Frankie figured that Scott was new, considering he didn't recognize him. Even though the name Ferguson sort of rang a bell, he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Law Enforcement was a big department, so he couldn't exactly say that he knew everyone that worked there.
"Frankie Paton," he replied. "Which branch of MLE are you?" The lad definitely wasn't an Auror.
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