<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;">Deathnote</span></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Michael Foste</span><br/>San Fransisco, CA | August 9, 2017 | 8 PM PST<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">(Ken Aldrin)</span></strong><br/>Satisfied with Ken's answer, Michael shook his head to dismiss the possibility of his last offer. “If it were possible,” He said with another heavy cough. “On that drive there is information about the operation of Tac 6.” He smiled widely, almost deviously. “That's stolen, sensitive information and unfortunately they know I took it. They're going to catch up to me eventually.” He nodded his head, having already accepted the reality of his own fate. “I'd slow you down Ken, and this isn't something I can help any more with. Just being able to get the information out there... Get it into the right hands? That's good enough.”<br/><br/>He reached out and patted the boys shoulder heavily before walking to his side, almost fully past him. “There are some files on there about others you may be able to recruit to help you... All of the information I could get is in there. If they think I still have the information, they'll spend their time looking for me and not you. It's better this way, Ken.” He smiled and released his shoulder, heading for the door.<br/><br/>“I imagine this will be the last time we see one another, so make sure no one sees you leave here. Give me a couple minutes, alright? And listen to me carefully... The others who were part of that facility? They're all being watched Ken. I've got no doubt that you are too. Be careful.” He flipped the lock on the door and tugged it open, exiting the room with his hand to his lips, coughing up another unhealthy sound before wandering off into the evening.<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/>