<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/>In M's line of work it was paramount that he be able to remain unphased by the things that those he interacted with did. However even he couldn't completely hide the confusion that was so evident on his face it didn't matter that his eyes were covered by the sunglasses, when Xaiver slathered the egg in mustard and popped the whole thing – shell and all – into his mouth. Was it the most incredible display of power he'd ever seen? Hardly. That didn't make it any less hardcore. There was a terrible crunch every time Xavier's jaw closed that made M feel somewhat uneasy. That was not a sound that he wanted to hear again.<br/><br/>Finally able to rip his mind away from the display of brutal hunger he let his features return to their fairly neutral and these days natural state. “You know there's a saying among Marine's; Marines never stop being Marines.” M quickly held up a hand to show he meant no offense, he wasn't at all trying to antagonize Xavier and he knew how it sounded the moment it left his mouth.<br/><br/>“They probably could if they were inclined to get her. My employer wants to keep that from happening though; she's a valuable asset and seeing her lost to the likes of Tac 6 would be a tremendous waste.” He offered, “We don't think you a mutt, Xavier, and we don't expect your time and effort to be free.”<br/><br/>He flipped the briefcase lid all the way open, locking it up right and spun the case around to show what remained inside. Money, and no small amount of it. “Twenty-five thousand for the successful retrieval of miss Brooke. In that final folder you'll find all of the information for this mission that you'd need. Where she is currently, where you need to go to get there, where to bring her, and all of those little details.”<br/><br/>M closed the case and fixated his gaze on Xavier, “She's not a priority target, yet. Bigger fish they say. Given her status with the government though, she's in real danger when they do set their sights on her. That could be tomorrow, or it could be next year. Doesn't much matter though, does it? She's lost her way, and had everyone turn their backs on her. She gave everything she had for this,” He punctuated his word by jabbing his finger into the counter, “Country and now she can't count on it to do anything for her. Instead she has to hide like a coward, flee like villain, instead of get the treatment that she deserves for the service she gave. She's lost her way, and we believe that you have the skills needed to handle her... And the experience to level with her.”<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/>