<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, WardenIce, Orange Marmalade</span></strong></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Agent Lancaster</span><br/>Terre Haute, IN | August 3, 2017 | 2 PM PST<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">(Kyle Carnes)</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Three standard issue GMC Denali's rolled up in front of the Carnes residence. They drifted in some kind of well organized, highly trained line. Once parked the doors popped open, all four on the front and back vehicles while only the driver passenger and street side back door opened on the middle. Eleven well dressed – full suits, ties, sunglasses and completed by the fancy little ear pieces – men and women stepped out. Two of them men took up wide positions on the side walk, about a car length ahead and behind the forward and rear car. A group of five of them walked right up to the front door and knocked heavily on the front door. Two of the remaining agents took up positions in the front of the house, both looking inward. The final two moved around the house towards the back yard.<br/><br/>“Excuse me miss Carnes?” The lead man said to the woman when the door was finally pulled open. His companions held back a couple of feet as to not crowd the door. “We're looking for Kyle.” He said next, without offering much of an explanation.<br/><br/>“Uhm, what is this about?” She inquired, shaking her head before offering anything up in return. “Who are you?”<br/><br/>The mans face remained completely unphased. He reached into his coat and pulled out a nice leather identification holder and flipped it open to reveal his credentials. “I'm agent Lancaster, and I work for the federal government, ma'am. You needn't worry, your boy isn't in any trouble. Quite the opposite, actually. We have an opportu-” Agent Lancaster suddenly stopped talking as he listened in to the voice that came through in his ear. He quickly turned on his heels to see what his associate had said. There was Kyle on his bike, just home from school no doubt. “That'll be all ma'am.” He said, overly dismissive to Kyle's mother. <br/><br/>Lancaster moved off the front porch and started crossing the yard towards Kyle. Before his mother could put up much of a protest and get out, one of the agents that had been with Lancaster moved forward and prevented her from exiting the building.<br/><br/>“Kyle Carnes,” Lancaster called as he approached, stopping just shy of the boy. “I'm agent Lancaster, and we have a very sensitive matter that we believe you can help us with.” His lips curled into perhaps the most forced smile ever worn upon a mans face. “We can brief you on the way, but it's important that you come with us quickly.”<br/><br/></span></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/>