<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/>Foste clenched his jaw at that last question. His thick gray brows knitted together in a tight fashion and he heaved a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “The Evolved, Ken. You are... A future of humanity. IVC may have failed to do what it was created to do, but with out a doubt it gave us as a species a new chance at life... Think about all of those others out there who have these gifts and the incredible things that they can do. Think of a world where instead of hunting them, instead of treating them like... Like... Freaks we embraced this change in ourselves. Think about what could be accomplished with powers like... Like yours.” He said, very pointedly. “If you were not limited by prying eyes, if you could simply be the way that you are now... Think about all you could accomplish not just for yourself, but for others... For the world! And you're not the only one.” His excited speech earned a heavy set of rasping coughs. His whole body shook.<br/><br/>“Tac 6 is a knee jerk response to the Evolved Ken, they're bad news and they've been given too much. With what they've found though? They could do real damage. If they have the resources, and they do, and the minds, which they also have I'm sure of it, they will learn all of Mythrium's secrets and use it to hunt the Evolved down.” He shook his head more, and let a steep frown grip his lips.<br/><br/>“It's too dangerous Ken, it's too dangerous for them... For anyone. I'm...” He chewed on his lips as if he was struggling to admit what the next words meant, “I'm too old, Ken. I don't have the power... I can't stop this...” He looked pained by that reality, this was clearly his only option.<br/><br/>“I don't know who to trust... But I saw your mind in that facility Ken Aldrin. I believe you to be a good man, who can make good choices. We don't get many moments in our lives to make a difference... And this is one of yours.” He looked up with those tired, dying, plagued eyes of his and locked them with Ken. He reached out and pressed his index finger roughly into the younger mans chest. “They're moving it,” He reached with his free hand into his pocket and took out a flash drive, “All of my research notes on Mythrium... And information about where it's going to be in a couple of days. You have to stop them Ken, you have to take it away from them. It's too much for an organization like that... Or any other to have. Take it away from Tac 6 and hide it, Ken. Get it away from the hands that would abuse such a power.” He held the flash drive out, “I want you to make a difference that I can't... But you're going to need help.”<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/>