<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kyle Carnes<br/><strong>City | Date | Time</strong>Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First Content With The Enemy<br/><hr/><br/>Kyle was noticeably alarmed at these new... developments. His pulse still hand't caught up to all the excitement yet, but his mind was moving a mile a minute. Which is to say, even more rapidly than normal for the teenage brainiac. The driver and Agent Lancaster left to deal with whatever was going on outside, leaving the young man to his own devices.<br/><br/>He immediately went for the lock, but found that the driver only opened up the one on Agent Lancaster's side. Real fancy, these government vehicles. The agent was standing right outside the open door next to him so that was a no-go. Same with the driver's. The front passenger seat might be open, or he could climb up to the control panel and unlock the whole vehicle and make his way out from the opposite side. Or, in the principle of Occam's razor, Kyle could unlock the door next to him. It hadn't been more than a few minutes... Plenty enough time. He put his hand on the handle and concentrated. The door shuddered a bit in place, until finally- the door lock snapped up in just the same condition it was in moments before he entered the vehicle.<br/><br/>Kyle burst out the side of the Denali, off the side of the road. He remembered every turn they took, every street they passed even if he couldn't see much from the back seat. Besides, it was his home neighborhood... and he knew shortcuts. The young man ran hard and fast. He wasn't a sprinter, sure, but it took his body a long time to get winded. He didn't know<em>what</em>was going on back there. Tac-6 was under attack, which suited him just fine... but Chanakya's wisdom aside, an enemy of your enemy is not<em>always</em>your friend. Judging by the... bestial nature of the man currently occupying Tac-6, however much Kyle could assess in the seconds that he remained within the vehicle, there was no telling if he was truly friend or foe...<br/><br/>None of that mattered, though. What mattered the most was getting back to his mother. If anything had happened to his mom and dad... He didn't know what he'd do. For the first time in many years, Kyle didn't have a plan after that.