<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>Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dalys Armstrong Jr.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Mission details.<br/><hr/>M was not going to pass up the opportunity and followed Xavier into the house, casually shutting the door behind himself; he didn't pay much attention to the decor of the house, it wasn't his business – in any sense – to judge how the man chose to live. Instead he followed back to the kitchen and took up a space not terribly far away, but near the counter. “Thank you,” He offered for the unenthusiastic invitation inside. He was glad that he had slipped that last bit in there – it wasn't in the script his boss had given him, but he was confident that nice little personal prod was going to be what kept him from being ignored.<br/><br/>Lifting his briefcase and setting it onto the counter, he reached for the locks and clicked it open. Lid up and he reached inside for a file and then tossed it gently onto the counter towards Xavier. “Have you ever heard the name Micah Brooke?”<br/><br/>The file was actually her service record. It had everything: medical reports, history, psych evals, mission history, if there was something that you wanted to know about the woman in question is was probably somewhere in that file. “She was in the pararescue core. Pretty good at what she did too, and before she changed she had quite the positive reputation among her peers.” M explained.<br/><br/>From the briefcase he withdrew another folder and flopped it where he had done the first. It contained the official reports about the debriefing from the mission. “A mission went south. A pilot went down and she and her team were dispatched to hind him. Their helio was knocked out of the skies. They were about sixty kilometers into enemy territory, and the forces were upon them when they crashed. Micah organized the retreat, only to find that they were surrounded. Should have been game over,” He paused, shaking his head, “But it wasn't. Turns out that Micah is an evolved, and she displayed her powers there. She didn't return with the others, assumed KIA until the debriefs started and the truth of what happened there came out. A medic turned super soldier single handedly took out the approaching enemy forces and held the location until they could be evac'd themselves. Then she just vanished.”<br/><br/>Finally he took out the third and final folder for Xavier's viewing pleasure and tossed it with the others. Inside this final one was more recent information. Photos of Micah, tracking information, research. It was the kind of thing that you might see from a NSA level investigator, someone had been keeping tabs on this soldier. “Some time after that incident she got back into the states and has been hiding out ever since. She's evolved, so naturally she's wanted by Tac 6 and the official record has her listed as a deserter, so she's wanted by the US Military too. At this point though they'd probably just hand her over, because of what else she is.”<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/>