<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>Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Colette Delcroix<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Seeing to the details<br/><hr/>Mr. M watched the little bird come and eat from her hand. A confirmation of that which he seemed to already know – it was far from a typical interaction between man and bird. His lips curled into a wide, satisfied, smile when she suddenly agreed to help out. It certainly saved him a great deal of hassle. “You're right, air mail isn't really... secure enough for this delivery.”<br/><br/>M shook his head casually from side to side and made a little face. “If you don't draw attention to yourself, we don't anticipate that you should run into any trouble. Frankly this should be perhaps one of the easiest jobs you've ever had to do. As for delivering yourself, no, that also isn't needed. Once you've handed the case over to whom it belongs you are free to leave. The terms of our agreement extend only to delivery.”<br/><br/>Lifting his cup once more he sipped lightly from the side and enjoyed the strong flavor of the tea. He even took a moment to look away from Colette and out over the people around them. “It's interesting how little they all know. If they knew the things we did, do you think they could sit there and eat their biscuits and drink their teas?” His head shook as he dismissed the fleeting thought. “You will be delivering the case to a man named Hrithik Patel, doctor Patel actually. He's an American physicist.” He set his cup down.<br/><br/>Reaching into his blazer he pulled out a rather thickly stuffed envelope and casually handed it across the table to her. “Ten thousand for your time, two thousand for your silence, three thousand for your expenses as well as details about where you will find doctor Patel.” He released it to her as soon as she went for it. “We trust that the compensation for your silence is adequate, provided that we may be interested in doing business with you again in the future.”<br/><br/>“As for why it has to be you? The truth is that it didn't have to be. It just needs to be someone with talents like yours, you know, just in case there is some trouble. Again, not that we're expecting any. That extra layer of security and insurance is worth the extra cost, as you can imagine. This is a very sensitive situation.” He moved back for his cup of tea, and gulped heavily from the warm liquid, leaving little left.<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/>