<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Colorful leaves shivered under the early autumn breeze, causing the trees to rustle together in sweet harmony. The sky was clear with some cloud coverage, gently rolling by with a certain tranquility. No signs of rain were visible. All signs of a very lovely day. The great city of Crestone seemed to simultaneously rejoice, excited for the nice weather before the long winter could take over. Couples and families moved their activities outside. The city streets were crowded with continuous traffic, the sounds of screeching tires and honking music to the ears of city dwellers.<br/>
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Inside an abandoned-looking brick building, slightly out of place among the other modern-styled building, the atmosphere wasn’t so joyful. A petite young woman, wearing nothing but a white V-neck shirt and black panties, stood there in her room with a newspaper in her hands. Her pale green eyes were wide as they dart across the page, processing what she was reading. A cold chill ran down her spine as she slowly lowered herself onto the edge of her bed, running her fingers through her thick hair. <i>No…</i></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>MASTERMIND ESCAPES FROM PRISON, LEAVING OFFICIALS SHOCKED</b></span><br/>
Late last night, police found Cell 547 empty. Cell 547 was where criminal Mastermind was being held, one of the most notorious serial killers known to the United States of America. He was caught by a group of private detectives, known all over Crestone as the Crestone Task Force. A large nationwide search has been mounted to find the Mastermind. His whereabouts are unknown.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The woman, Detective Anya Morgan, couldn’t bear to read anymore. Slowly setting down the paper next to her, Anya closed her eyes, rubbing her jaw. She didn’t waste time trying to figure out how he got out. Her guess? Paid some of the guards off. No. That wasn’t her main concern. Her fears were. Her team was in danger. And no doubt that they would be asked very soon by the police force to join in on the hunt. Mastermind would either be right under their noses or long gone. The latter was preferred as far as she was concerned.<br/>
</span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Oh, Belial…Don’t make me do this again.</span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><br/>
Rubbing her temple, Anya slowly got up, heading to her closet to pick out clothes for the day. Deciding on a pair of nice jeans and a button-downed navy-blue shirt, Anya headed down the stairs and into the CTF’s main work area. Well, theoretically it was supposed to be her living room. However, CTF’s base was in her house. Or her house was the CTF’s base. Whichever made the most sense. There was the sound of metal vibrating and she smiled softly, walking over to Holden’s cage. There was her beloved pet, scratching at the bars as he stared up at her with beady black eyes.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Hey, there my sweet boy,” She hummed softly, opening the cage and picking him up. He reached out, nipping her nose and she wrinkled it at him before placing him on her shoulder. Knowing that the team would be arriving soon enough, she headed into the small but clean kitchen and began to make up a pot of coffee.  </span>