<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Inerrant Lust, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Whatever plans they had to easily vanish from the neighborhood were brought to a very quick stop the branches of the tree hit the ground and blocked the path. All three cars quickly came to a halt – Lancaster seemed to be listening intently to something that was going on in his ear. There was only that very small window of reprieve before the first vehicle flipped onto its side and was pushed onto the curb.<br/><br/>Lancaster brought his wrist up, “Contact!” He shouted, just in time to hear a similar sound of the vehicle behind them flipped as well and was pushed away. Lancaster and the driver both reached for the doors and got out of the car. From within their suits the produced silenced hand-guns, nothing particularly scary, but to any unarmed individual they'd be enough. The driver made his way out of the the car and darted across the street, running to one of the near by cars and hunkering down behind it. Lancaster on the other hand stayed near the middle SUV.<br/><br/>From the two vehicles that had been thrashed, the doors started to get pushed open, slowly the agents were going to emerge and join the situation, but no doubt it'd take all of them a minute to get a grip on what had just happened.<br/><br/>“Watch the mother,” Lancaster barked into his radio while slinking around the door with his pistol extended, eyes on the look out for what – or rather obviously who – had caused the storm to appear out of no where. “I need eyes, cover the area. Get out of those damn cars.”<br/><br/>Turning his head back towards the Denali, he tried to peer inside, but from his angle couldn't manage it. “Hang tight Kyle,” He called, “We have no intention of letting these people take you. This is exactly the kind of situation we wanted to prevent.”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>