<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; 2 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jairaq, Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Drama<br/><hr/><br/>Kyle was still on his bike even after Agent Lancaster introduced himself and approached him. His eyes darted to the others... five of them out front, government types. Two more on the side walk and another two in front. Probably more in the back. He took the time to count them, which wasn't much time at all. Did they have guns? He couldn't be sure. Probably. He could rewind right now, give himself... maybe about fourteen backwards but then he'd still have forward momentum on his bike. It'd only be a few dozen feet anyways. He looked past them at his mother, her sweet face... One of the agents was keeping her from coming out. They were here for him, no doubt. This wasn't some prestigious scholarship opportunity or something like that- not with the way they looked and the way they surrounded his home.<br/><br/>They were Tac 6. They quarantined entire neighborhoods to find Evolved... were dedicated to protecting the public from them. Kyle never thought that it would come to this. He couldn't do any of that crazy stuff that he'd read about- he couldn't even harm anyone with his abilities! How had they even found out?<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Did someone at school see him? </span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">Had he gotten too cocky?</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"> Was it during last period? </span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">Maybe the glare off his teacher's glasses tricked him into thinking that he wasn't looking at him.</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;">School had just started, so it had to have been someone from St. John's.</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 3pt;">This was a waste of contemplation, it was better to think about the present.</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;">They probably didn't know what exactly he was capable of.</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1pt;">They didn't send in a tank and they didn't send in just one person, so Tac 6 must have assessed him as a moderate threat unless this was standard procedure...</span><br/><br/>The questions and ruminations whirled around in Kyle's brain more and more, on and on before he looked up and swallowed the lump in his throat a moment after the Agent had finished speaking, "I know who you are. I'll go with you peacefully, whatever it is you want, but you have to leave my mom and dad out of this." He instinctively clutched hard at the handlebars, his fingers audibly squeezing the thin plastic coverings. In truth, he was terrified. Only his body just hadn't caught up to the fear yet.