<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/>It wasn't in M's nature to be impolite or assumptive while doing his job; instead of letting himself into Markus' apartment when the man was away, he simply waited outside the door. He didn't lean or slouch, he didn't touch the walls, he didn't sit, he just stood there. His eyes covered by the trade mark extra dark lenses peered down the hallway towards the elevator that lead up to this floor – he didn't expect Markus to take the stairs, but who knew, either way he'd end up here. M had taken up a position just in front of and slightly off to the side of the door leading inward.<br/><br/>His hands were both wrapped around the handle of his fancy metal – government looking – briefcase that he held in front of himself. His suit was nice, not CEO worthy but clearly high class. If someone wanted to take a guess a federal agent was pretty close to what he looked like, but he didn't seem the have that trade mark ear piece that came with such agents. He was also alone, so unlikely a member of Tac 6. Still he was polished, official looking. Maybe a business men of some sort, too well dressed to be a salesmen of any kind.<br/><br/>Thin lips curled into a smile when he finally saw Markus enter the hall, “Mr. Lofgren,” He paused and frowned, “I'm sorry, am I saying that right? I had to get someone else to say it for me, but I still feel like I'm screwing it up.” He took a couple steps away from the door and let the briefcase fall into one hand and to his side, “Can I just call you Markus? I think I can manage that one.” His free hand was lifted up and extended for a shake, should the man decide to come.<br/><br/>“My name is, well you can call me M, and I'm here to talk to you about a potential business arrangement. One that will help you do the very...” He smiled again, “Special work that you do.”<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/>