<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 class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mr. M<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco, CA | March 8, 2014 | Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Markus<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A job offer.<br/><hr/>“Thank you,” M replied once he'd gotten premission to use Markus' first name. He really did like to keep things as casual as he was allowed under whatever circumstances he met clients – or potential clients as the case may be. “I think I'll stick to Markus,” He said with a very small chuckle, dropping his hand to his side.<br/><br/>Casually he stepped a little bit to the side and cast a gaze down the hall to the tag along that he hadn't been expecting. Not that it was a major issue, but unexpected circumstance wasn't something that he liked to deal with. “Those are really all excellent questions Markus, and I would be delighted to share with you, but business...” He trailed off and turned his head around the hallway. He gave Markus a sort of sympathetic shrug and suggestive look, “Business shouldn't be discussed in hallways, don't you think?” He reached up with his free hand and half gestured at the boy down the hall, “I seem to have caught you at a bad time,” He frowned, “I'd like to apologize for that. Unfortunately I am on a bit of a schedule, so I can't delay too long. However your friend is free to join us if you'd like, nothing I have to say to you is off limits to clients of yours.” He paused<br/><br/>M's lips puckered together for a moment and he turned his light gaze back up to Markus. M wasn't shielding his emotions, but he was surprisingly calm for a man in general. Not unnaturally so, but no doubt a highly developed willpower that allowed him to keep himself in check. “Assuming he's one of your more special clients. I wouldn't want to bring any undo attention to anything that you're doing.” He smiled widely.<br/><br/>“These are troubling times,” He offered as soothingly as he could. “I don't need to be able to do what you do to know that you're probably apprehensive to even talking to me right now. That's really alright, if I was in your shoes Markus, I promise you that I'd be just as nervous.” M said, slowly raising his hands away from his sides and spreading his legs so that he was standing spread-eagle for him – only he didn't release his briefcase. “If you'd feel better about searching me, you're free too. I am here to help, on behalf of someone else who wants to help. I'm not armed, there's no wire to bait you into an admission or anything like that. Just me, my briefcase and a business proposal... If you're interested.” He tilted his head past Markus once more and gestured towards Travis, “To help more like him then you could ever hope to on your own.” He turned his gaze back Markus, “If you'd like I can leave right now. No one would fault you for it.” He little pause, and then a shrug of his shoulders with a slight nod towards the apartment door, “Or you can invite me inside and have a look at my offer.”<br/><br/>Aside from being calm, M was also pretty clearly speaking the truth. Nothing about his emotional state indicated deceit about anything that he had said thus far – instead he read as genuine.<br/><br/><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/>