<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>Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dalys Armstrong Jr.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Mission details.<br/><hr/>After the egg, watching Xavier down the bottle of mustard was a slightly less astonishing feat – still M watched from behind his shades with a mild sense of curiosity about what drove a man to do... that. The milk made sense at least, he figured that if he guzzled something as acidy as mustard by the bottle that he'd want gallons of milk to go with it too.<br/><br/>“I could write you a check if it would make you more comfortable,” M offered mostly out of humor.<br/><br/>“Unfortunately Xavier, I don't have anything to assure you of my employers intentions beyond my word. I also unfortunately can't offer you much on their reasoning behind this task... What I can tell you is that they want to help. That this option is better for Micah then what she is doing now, and what is going to happen her if she stays out there alone. She needs allies, just like you do.” He wasn't going to press it any further then that, and he very well may have alluded to too much as it was. “And so many other Evolved,” He added just to help diffuse the attention it seemed to shine directly on Xavier himself.<br/><br/>Fortunately for Xavier, as the representative to this mysterious employer M had full control over negotiations, so this didn't need to turn into a lengthy hassle to figure things out. On the other side, M saw knew to much to be fooled by these silly excuses. “We're sending an Evolved with military training after an Evolved with military training. How much hazard is really involved here?” His shifted his jaw from side to side, and nodded. “Agreed. You keep the twenty five now and I'll have another twenty five ready once Micah has been released to me.”<br/><br/>M cleared his throat, and began to adjust the cuffs of his blazer. “In an ideal world you would bring Micah to us safe, free of harm, in good health and of her own volition. Without use of force. However, we are prepared to handle a situation where she must be brought in on less then ideal conditions. She can not be broken beyond repair, and she can not be dead. If you can't bring her in easily, please take whatever measures you deem required.”<br/><br/>Sleeves straightened, M straightened himself out and held his hand out across the counter to shake on their arrangement. “Good luck, Xavier. I look forward to seeing you again soon.”<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/>