<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/>“Deliberate?” Michael questioned, shaking his head. That thought had clearly never presented itself to the old scientist, the way that he mulled it around in his head. “No, no.” He confirmed for Ken, at least the best he could. “Hawk's research was solid. His intentions were good, Ken. He didn't do this, not on purpose. He wouldn't... No, no. There's no way he could have known this would happen. We would have seen signs in testing... And we had successful patients.”<br/><br/>Foste leaned forward again and reached out with one hand, bracing himself against Ken's shoulder as he went into another coughing fit. Too much excitement for a sick old man. “You're not wrong of course,” Michael confirmed, “A project of such magnitude, to affect the entire world with a virus without doing damage... It was unprecedented. We needed specialists from every field imaginable, but there was only so much testing that could be done so fast. Those other teams had... We had other projects.” He said, taking ownership over it. There was no way to distance himself from the disaster that had been this project.<br/><br/>“Listen to me,” He grumbled, something in the back of his throat was tearing up his voice, “The IVC project was only the focal point. In truth the facility was a super conglomerate of projects... One project, the one that I was one with Dr. Octavio, was to research a natural metal that had recently been discovered on earth.”<br/><br/>Michael's head bobbed lightly as he thought back to everything that they had found. As it stood there wasn't enough time to brief Ken on all of it. “We called it MRM-815, it was discovered by a man named Tyler Duncan. Duncan died, but his discovery could change the world Ken.” Michael steeled himself and stood up as straight as he could, “What he found was only a tiny sample, probably moved up over a hundred thousand years. A raw chunk of this new metal. It's properties are unlike anything we've ever seen before. It's lighter titanium, but has more strength then pure tungsten. It isn't magnetically charged and it doesn't conduct electricity like a normal metal. We could not melt it, even at almost twelve thousand degrees Ken. That's almost twice tungsten. We didn't have the equipment to go further with it.”<br/><br/>He released Ken's shoulder and slowly turned away, shaking his head and sighing. “We called it... Mythrium, because it was so fantastic. It's properties could be devastating. We didn't have enough time to figure out everything about Mythrium, or enough of it. What we did find out about it though... Ken,” Michael turned slowly on his feet to slowly face him again. “It could change the world, and they found it.” His whole face turned to a grimace.<br/><br/>“They found it Ken,” Michael's features were so very hard set; clearly he didn't share all of what they had found, but whatever he knew about the material seemed to have him shaken at the core.<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/>