<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;">Inerrant Lust, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">A normal man might have jumped out of his skin when seeing Max in his terrible visage of teeth and claws, completed by deep snarling voice and demanding words. Lancaster, however, was not nearly so impressed. He was a true Tac 6 soldier, and this is what they were trained to deal with – even if this circumstance was less then ideal. Truthfully though, Max was telling the truth. The group of agents here was not equipped to handle a sudden attack, not and take every one the way that they were supposed to be. He hesitated to squeeze the trigger on his pistol and pump a round – or five – into Max's chest, and instead activated his com unit to give an order. Even if he didn't make it out of here, the unit wouldn't be without direction, “Code sixty-six,” He said once, before shouting into the com again, his eyes meeting Max's with just as a ferocious glare, “CODE SIXTY-SIX!”<br/><br/>The agent who had moved away from the center car didn't need to wait for a second calling of the order – whatever it meant, it was clearly coded instructions for some sort of standard situation response. That agent, who had heard Max whip across the street, turned back and stood up tall. Equipped with his own pistol he grasped and took a quick aim at Max and then squeezed his trigger, repeatedly. Silenced booms erupted from the pistol as four shots found their way in the air in the direction of Max – leaving him not nearly enough time to preserve himself and deal the agent before him who had called the order.<br/><br/>Just after shouting the order a second time, Lancaster also refocused his attention on Max and began to squeeze out shoots in his direction – though each was hopefully a hit, his intent was more to get the Evolved away from his face then anything else.<br/><br/>Out of the back Denali, the first of the agents popped their head out of the overturned window. They pulled themselves out and flopped onto the ground with a loud groan. Still they were a soldier and they had an order. From their blazer he pulled out a familiar looking pistol and took a quick look at the scenario around him. That's when he saw the boy darting as fast as he could back the way that he had come. He quickly – or as quickly as he could – pushed himself to his feet and took aim at the running boy. A trigger squeeze and a moment later a bullet slammed into the ground about eight feet in front of Kyle and off to his right, the dirt exploded from the impact.<br/><br/>Another half a second later and another bullet whipped past his head on the left – it was close enough that he could have seen it whip past his face in his peripheral vision – and shattered a porch standing potted plant at the house he was passing as he bolted. Click. A third shot fired from the silenced fun and the bullet was true, it ripped through the air but it never passed him. Instead Kyle could feel that sharp piercing pain, that sudden burn and then a numbness that would over take his entire lower body. The bullet ripped through the flesh of his lower back, and embedded itself right near the base of his spin.<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/>