<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;">Premier, Wispyr</span></strong></span></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">As soon as Jason's finger touched the little finger print scanner it came alive. There was a soft trill from within the case and then very suddenly the latches on the front of the case popped and a very quiet hiss was let out as the internal pressure that Colette had been warned about was released. The trill was followed by some very quiet whirring that sounded like a machine moving – which, in fact, it was. The hinges on the back of the case peeled back towards Colette until the case was sitting open with the back of the case locked upright and only slightly leaned back. Inside the upper part of the case that was now standing was an appropriately sized monitor tucked into case which lit up to display a very high resolution background – not that it was anything fancy, a gradient of steel tones. Not even anything on the desktop to play with, and no keyboard or mouse to go with it.<br/><br/>The bottom of the case, where controls for the computer should have been, was a cellphone, a watch, and a dozen ear pieces. If this wasn't a kit for a spy, it certainly looked like one.<br/><br/>The screen seemed to fritz for a moment before a virtual woman walked across the bottom of it, using what should have been the task bar as a walkway. She turned her attention up to Jason and smiled widely. “Hello Mr. Vandel,” She eerily turned her attention to Colette, “And you Ms. Delcroix.”<br/><br/>“As my associate told you,” She said pointedly at Colette, “At this stage your involvement is no longer required, the terms of your agreement have been completed. On behalf of our mutual employer I would like to thank you for delivering this package in such a timely manner. If you should choose to remain involved, it must be purely voluntary, thank you for understanding.”<br/><br/>Her attention turned back, mostly, to Jason. “Now that I have that out of the way, my name is Annie. You may call on me as such, and so long as you're within ear shot of this computer I will respond. I apologize to you Mr. Vandel, I sympathize that this must all be a very shocking experience, and I will do everything in my power to clear it up for you. Unfortunately this particular situation is time sensitive, so I ask that you hold questions until the end and try to keep them pertinent only to the information that I'm here to give to you.”<br/><br/>Clapping her hands together she reached up and above her hand a small black screen appeared which then turned into a news report from a couple of days prior. It played a video that looked on what appeared to be a military base in the middle of no where all lit up. The caption read: Tac 6 In African Village of Bakiluwma.<br/><br/>“Three days ago, the village of Bakiluwma was locked down by a Tac 6 deployment. Since then they have refused to comment on what their operations are in the area, and why the village itself has been secured as well as its citizens detained. However by law they are protected and well within their rights to do exactly what they are doing.” Annie informed the pair, and closed her hand, the video vanishing with it. “That's the publics knowledge of the situation.”<br/><br/>Annie turned to the side and clapped; suddenly a number of other screens popped up one by one, each with tons of data being scrolled through. “This is what we know,” She paused and looked between the two of them, “I apologize if this is sudden, and not what either of you would like but this will be much easier to explain if you both know the truth.” Reaching out she pointed first at Colette, then to Jason, “You're both members of the Evolved. That is why each of you was selected for your respective parts in this.”<br/><br/>She cleared her throat as if that particular revelation was no big deal, “Moving on.” She nodded, waving her hand and bringing one of the many pop-ups that she'd created to the fore ground and expanding it for them. “This is MRM-815, which is the catalog tag it was given. More commonly, not that anything about it is common, it is called Mythrium.” The pop-up was playing videos that looked like they were taking place in a closed laboratory, a very small piece of metal was in some clamps. As each clip slid by the scientists were doing various things to it: weighing it, burning it, electrocuting it, smashing it with a hammer, and dozens upon dozens other tests. “These tests were preformed approximately ten years ago on the first sample of Mythrium ever discovered. The results of these tests were extensive, and kept very quiet... And for good reason.” She added at the end.<br/><br/>A flick of her quick hands and that pop-up went small again and another took its place. This one was simply of cycling photographs that seemed to be taken from high above something. It looked to be a top down view of a military installation, and off center in it was a huge hole. Not like a pit, but rather a gigantic hole that burrowed unlike anything else into the surface of the earth, “These are covert aerial surveillance photos taken of Bakiluwma on the eighth.” The window scrolled to one photo which was a giant piece of earth, that seemed to be being excavated from the hole and loaded into a large semi-trailer. “That is the first ever deposit of raw Mythrium ore ever found and mined in the world.”<br/><br/>Again she closed the window and sighed, turning to face the two. “You're no doubt wondering at this point what this has to do with you,” She acknowledged, with the smallest of smiles, “Let's start with that this incredibly rare metal with unbelievable properties...” She paused to bring up another document which was slowly scrolled between pages. It looked like some sort of scientific dissertation about a topic, “As listed here in full, as far as we know, is now in the hands of Tac 6. This isn't just a bad thing for you individually, but it's bad for the Evolved as a whole people. New toys in the hands of the greatest threat they face? Not a good time, we can all agree on that, right?”<br/><br/>She held up her hands, palms facing them, to keep them from bombarding her with questions yet. “Let me just give you the quick and easy, Mythrium is a metal that is lighter then titanium but stronger then tungsten. It isn't magnetically charged and doesn't conduct electricity. Even at almost twelve-thousand degrees it doesn't melt, which is twice the melting point of tungsten. Beyond these general applications it has numerous other properties that, and more that haven't even been tested yet because the only bit of it before this giant twenty-three ton chunk of the stuff was that little quarter sized piece you saw earlier. I'm sure you're starting to see where the problem with this, and you may even be asking yourself what you are supposed to do about this.”<br/><br/>With a clap of her hands again all of the windows closed and one big one popped up to replace it. “This document details the Tac 6 exit strategy for the Mythrium chunk they have acquired. We've identified a location that it'll be transported by road in southern California. It will be passing through this unpopulated area of Death Valley on the twelfth of this month, three days from now. One thing you can count on with Tac 6 is that they like their schedules. We don't always know what they are, but when we do, we can count on it.”<br/><br/>She motioned with her hand and brought up a particular section of the plans in the window. “At approximately eleven forty the convey carrying the Mythrium will pass through Ashford Junction. This area of desert doesn't have people for miles and miles, and because of the nature of the business Tac 6 will be making sure that the area is not being surveyed while they pass through.”<br/><br/>Annie paused and once more looked between the two, her lips curling into a smile. “This metal no doubt sounds like something else familiar to you, doesn't it, Mr. Vandel?” She nodded at him, knowingly. “My employer is concerned about what this metal could be used to do to the Evolved if it remains in the hands of Tac 6. They would like you to liberate the metal, and secure it so that they can't put it to use against you, and those like you.” With another swipe of her hand the image shifted to another picture, this time of the convoy; at least half a dozen vehicles not including the semi itself. “As you can see they are not taking any chances with this. While it isn't a full military entourage they are well equipped and ready to handle issues that they may encounter.” Her smile changed out for a little grin, “Except perhaps a group of Evolved that they were not expecting to know about their secret transportation of this item. Which is where you come in, Mr. Vandel.”<br/><br/>She closed the window and strolled to the center of the frame. Turning full on and clasping her hands in front of herself, “My employer would like you to retrieve this chunk of Mythrium from Tac 6. No doubt doing it will require more effort then just yourself, but there is considerable faith placed in your ability to rally others to this cause. The full details of the convoy, that we have access too, will be made available to you, so that you can plan how you would like to do this. Of course this is your choice, but we believe because of what this discovery means for your personally, Mr. Vandel, that you will agree to work with us here. If not that, then we appeal to your nature as the good man that you are. If Tac 6 is allowed to get this metal to their facility, it will be put to terrible use and turned into the weapons used to bring the Evolved to their knees, and like you we hope, that is a future my employer does not want to see come to pass. If you have questions, I will answer now to the best of my ability, but I ask once more that you limit the scope of your questions to the information that I have presented here.”<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/>