<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/32/56/1c/32561c5f2b6bf81cb47946f317d70b3a.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Markus Löfgren  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12387011#msg12387011)<br/></div></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f9/51/c0/f951c07ae87f4117014a3c91eab3a63a.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Travis<br/></div></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div align="center"><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, CA | Mar. 8th, 2014 | Early Evening<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mr. M<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A suspicious Markus<hr/></div></div>Markus wasn't exactly sure how he had gotten into this. He had started working for an NGO that worked with inner city youth and children from troubled backgrounds. The job had been a godsend, a way for him to get his life back on track. It had been two years since he started working there. He had spent a year there when the first Evolved case came his way. The kid was on the run but he had relatives in Venezuela so he got him some fake documents. Taking a plane was too risky, they had to get someone to smuggle him across the border into Mexico and from there he would take a plane to Venezuela. That was his first case but it wouldn't be the last. Before he knew it he was helping others, and not just youth either. It took some time but he started to build a network of Evolved, meeting all sorts of his kind. Some were troublesome but many were willing to help. Each case was a risk, Tac 6 could bang down his door and steal him away at any moment but Markus was willing to risk it. Perhaps it was his way for making up for the wrongs that he had committed. What had taken place in Vancouver still haunted him. He hadn't found it in himself to forgive his actions that night. To make up for the damage he had caused, he would do some good in the world. He knew it didn't really work that way but it was the only way that he could live with himself.<br/><br/>It was hard work, more resources couldn't hurt, neither could more contacts but working on a larger scale would paint a larger target on his back. He couldn't be sure who to trust, so making more connections was risky at best. Thankfully for him someone had taken an interest in his philanthropic duties.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/dcr/M9y/dcrM9yzxi.png)</div><br/>"So am I leaving soon or what?"<br/><br/>This case was proving to be more difficult than most. He assumed that was what came from working with a stubborn and entitled college student. Markus ignored the kid as they stepped into the elevator. Leave it to him to forget his burner phone at the apartment, the very phone he needed to get Travis out of San Francisco.<br/><br/>Travis didn't like to be ignored, "Hey! He said you'd help me but all we've done is run around town doing jack sh-"<br/><br/>He hated to resort to such things but he mentally reached out, allowing a feeling of ease and relaxation to seep into Travis's mind. He was going to help this guy, even if the boy was determined to get himself caught.<br/><br/>The young man followed silently behind him as they made their way out of the elevator and down the hall. Markus hated to bring work home, the less he could involve Shirong the better, but he really was out of options at this point. It appeared that more work had found him.<br/><br/>His now calm companion whispered behind him, "Who's that?"<br/><br/>Both Travis and he saw the man standing in front of his apartment. He had a very bureaucratic look about him, more than enough to set Markus on edge. Running now wouldn't solve anything. If need be he'd distract the man long enough to let the boy escape.<br/><br/>He walked forward slowly, tension filled his body although he tried his best to display a calm demeanor.<br/><br/><em> “Mr. Lofgren. 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.”</em><br/><br/>People may have called Shirong a robot but this man, he was eerily polite. Something about him seemed off. There were no emotions to indicate anything hostile but Markus could never be sure. He'd heard that Tac 6 had some Evolveds working for them. This man could be one of them, maybe he had the ability to mask his emotions.<br/><br/>"It's pretty much said how it's read. Unless you want to roll the 'r' a bit but no one does that unless they're Swedish."<br/><br/>It wasn't a good sign at all that the man knew his name. He wasn't sure how to take the man's familiar tone but he nodded anyways when the man asked if he could call him Markus. There was a bit of a hesitation before he returned the handshake.<br/><br/><em>“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...special work that you do.”</em><br/><br/>Markus wasn't a fool, he wasn't born yesterday. He knew exactly what 'M' meant by special work. Why did this man want to help him exactly? Who was he? Who did he work for? He was not shy about voicing these questions aloud, "Forgive me...Mr. M but who are you? How do I know that I can trust you, that this isn't some sort of trap? And why do you have any interest in what I do?"<br/><br/>Travis was mostly silent, leaning against a wall somewhere behind them, clapping his hands absentmindedly while tapping his foot to some song that was playing in his head. As annoying as the young man was, Markus had promised to help him and he would, at all costs.<br/>