*James doesn't mistake the urgency of Crouch's summons, and hustles down the hall to his office seconds after it lands on his chest. When he gets there, he looks around, and nothing looks amiss. The man himself doesn't look that bothered or frantic or angry... or whatever. But it isn't often he's called in this way, so his brow furrows.*
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Date: 2011-02-02 01:53 am (UTC)Erm, sure. Whatever you need, Sir.