<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;">ShadowFox89, Juggtacular</span></strong></span></div><hr/><strong>Unknown | August 14, 2017 | Afternoon</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">”Target in sight.” The voice rumbled over the private communications channel. “We've got a lock, are we good to proceed?”<br/><br/>A long pause fell over the channel. A deep voice rumbled through the mic, “Operation confirmed. Take her down.”<br/><br/>The drone had been flying well over the city, well beyond the reach to draw any attention to itself. Suddenly the remote operated stealth fighter drone dipped to get into range. The long range telescopic camera was focused on the metro down below, on one street, on one individual in particular. Natasha Kalashnikov, the missions target, was just casually walking down the street. The drone fired its specialized payload into the air over the city – the drone pulled up and drifted away from the detonation zone.<br/><br/>The little rocket that had been fired whipped through the sky until finally bursting with little more then a 'pop', easily drowned out in the city noise. A fine mist spread like a rolling cloud over the area; and within moments the people around Natasha were falling over. It seemed to be contained to the small group that had been near her to begin with – but when they fell they did so instantly, as if suddenly passing out. That same groggy feeling, one she hadn't felt in quiet some time, began to sink into her until she felt like lead and sleep threatened to over take her. Of course they were foolish enough to believe that dose would knock her out completely, only put her into such a fog that she wouldn't be able to stop the second phase of their plan.<br/><br/>Two black vehicles stopped in the middle of the street – they'd been caught in traffic, or so it had seemed anyway – and men armed in full tactical gear funneled out. They moved to the side walk where Natasha was and pushed her to the ground. One of them jammed his knee into her back and pushed a small gun down to base of her beck. He tugged the trigger and she could feel a sharp piercing pain that shot into her neck followed by the quiet hiss of an injection pushed forward by air. A quick burning sensation later and that darkness of drug induced sleep gripped her tightly. The men lifted her into the cars and drove off, leaving the civilians to wake up on their own.<br/><br/>During her trip they continued to apply the injections that kept her near catatonic. How long she was out was anyones guess, but probably a while considering that when she woke up she was standing in some sort of bastardly hot wasteland. A savanna that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distant horizons across flat land. Not terrible far – less then a mile – there were a number of buildings, and noise that sounded like some sort of civilization.<br/><br/>Then the burning started in the base of her neck, a scalding, branding pain that radiated into her spine. It throbbed and made her muscles tight, wracking her body with pain despite a lack of injuries. More importantly though whatever they had given to her kicked her adrenal gland into over time. Additionally it was clouding her thoughts, something was in her head. Something that was suppressing her ability for rational thought. The left side of her brain was being chemically stimulated in a very unnatural way, her cortisol production was being stemmed, and the testosterone production was suddenly way up...<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/>