Chapter 3

The story continues in Mexico.

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Subject: Miranda Abigail Ortega

Affiliation: Tree, Swaying Palm

(Sandford Goose, Green Leaf)

Date of Birth: 2/26/1994

Blood Type: AB+

Age: 19

Weight: 131 lbs

Height: 6' 6"

Gender: Female

Eye Color: Black

Hair Color: Black

Details: Subject born to Norman Herald Ortega and Grace Quinn in Sandford, Maine. Childhood and upbringing irrelevant in the subject's case.

Inherited Factor: Unconscious Competent»

1. Idetic Muscle Memory

2. Spontaneous Adaptation

Threat Level: Mild

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Subject: Theodore Wright

Affiliation: (Formerly) Tree, Wandering Oak, Graceful Redwood

(Currently) Machine

(Der Krieg Hime, Operator)

Date of Birth: 4/29/1961

Blood Type: O-

Age: 51

Weight: 141 lbs

Height: 5' 9"

Gender: Male

Eye Color: (Varies) Brown

Hair Color: (Varies) Black

Details: Subject born to Johnathan Wright and Diane Alyssa Tommy in Dallas, TX. Wright's ambitious, carnivorous personality led him to co-found the West Bank of America with business partner Mark West. Despite losing the bank-chain, Wright rebuilt after overthrowing first local then national and finally international crime rings, instituting his presence using the Tree Graceful Redwood and its Trunk Samurai Fraülien as a proxy. Currently, Wright controls much of the world's underground crime movement, establishing Machines, or strongholds, to maintain his authority.

Inherited Factor(s): Pigment Redistribution, Elongated Cell Life»

1. Chameleon-like Blending

2. Consequentially Expanded Lifespan

Threat Level: Significant to Serious

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The screen went black as the machine switched off, beeping as it did so. The other computers also seemed to be having difficulties establishing a link to Think's database. One by one, they alerted their operators of the same error before switching off automatically. Rush, the head of the IT department, slammed his fist on the keyboard. His assistant, Caution, jumped at the suddenness of Rush's reaction. Her computer also shut down before she could download any information.

"It must've been a setup," Rush whispered.

Caution bit her lip, "Or just a really neat virus? Instead of destroying the database, it causes our computers to log out involuntarily. That way, whoever sent the virus out can keep it to their selves without losing the data."

"How you managed to become my assistant is beyond me. Next time you speak, try to be a little more informative," Rush growled.

She shrunk in her seat, "Sorry. Maybe we should try logging in with a different IP address?"

"Well, that's stupid. No matter where we tell the site we're from, it'll still shut us out."

"Let's salvage the situation: everyone here should disclose the information they managed to read," Caution suggested.

Rush stood up, "Alright! Server is down for now. Let's communicate primitively."

He fished through his desk and pulled out a marker, which he used to write on the white board behind him.

"Come on up and take a marker. Use it to jot down details of the people you researched," he commanded.

The other 3 present, including Caution, followed Rush's instructions, writing the names of the people they read about.

On the white board, Rush read out loud the following names, "Miranda Abigail Ortega, Theodore Wright, Mir-"

"Wait, you read about them, too?" Caution asked.

"What's going on? Everyone wrote down those two names?" Rush inquired.

"Yeah, honestly, the second I got hold of the database, it shot directly to these two names," Poor Boy confessed.

"Same here. I tried to load a different file name but came up with these ones every time," Fidget added.

"Who are these two?" Rush wondered.

"I remembered a bit about them. Der Krieg Hime is apparently a big deal. He's American it seems and also the Operator behind La Machine," Caution informed.

"And the other one?"

"Ahh, the Goose lady. She's just an unknown Green Leaf. I largely doubt she has anything do to with someone of world-wide infamous status."

Notably irritated, Rush ran his hand through his thinning hair, "The security detail sent me a list of 200 names: Leafs, Spore, High Branches from all over coming to the Village. Look through them. If by some astronomical chance Goose is in that list, we'll make sure to keep an eye on her."

"Even if she is on the list, how are we to find her in person?" Poor Boy asked.

"Use your head for a second. She's 120 pounds with black hair and black eyes, not to mention she's almost 7 feet tall," Rush snapped, "Fire up your computer, Caution, and access that list. Search the document for 'Sandford Goose.' Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Fidget!" He shouted.

The kid jumped, "Yes?"

"Bring me a coffee and a cigarette. Go!"

Fidget ran out of the classroom, nearly slipping as he turned the corner.

"And me, sir?" Poor Boy asked.

"Just consider yourself blessed that I haven't tossed you out the window. Assist Caution."

Rush plopped in his chair, "Anything, Caution?"

"Yes. Sandford Goose is a Green Leaf from Eastern Maple, originally. She transferred to Cuba's Swaying Palm. Currently, she is accompanied by a Spore and a High Branch, Broken Bones and Immortal House, respectively," Caution answered.

"Get me more info on Swaying Palm," Rush requested.

"Here we go. Swaying Palm, founded in 1959 by Fierro and Tigre Negro at the request of U.S. Officials with connections to the Orchard. Initially a paramilitary group, Swaying Palm slowly conformed to the duty of a formal Tree after Fierro and Tigre Negro retired, leaving the charge to their son, Nice Dream. He currently runs the Mushroom there, Nightcap, while his wife, Baby Spider, manages the actual Tree."

"Anything about this day and age?"

"Sorry, Rush. Apparently, they were recently targeted by the government and requested Spore from nearby Trees. A couple days ago, they were attacked by some unknown mercenary faction."

Rush rubbed his chin, "That's all? I'm afraid we're looking too hard at the situation."

Poor Boy spoke, "Is there a connection between anyone who knows Der Krieg Hime and any of Sandford Goose's acquaintances?"

"Like a friend of a friend?" Caution wondered.

"Exactly. The highest ranking member with Goose is the High Branch, Immortal House."

"No, you idiot. If you had been paying attention, you'd have seen that the database was taken over by some unknown hacker. Additional information is unreachable," Rush reminded.

"Hey! Here's your coffee, Sensei Rush. And your cigarettes," Fidget proclaimed.

"Another genius," he commented, "I'm not in the mood for any more useless suggestions. This work is important! The Spore are relying on us to clear each and every invitee."

"Well, what do you expect of us? We're only kids. Caution just turned 16; Poor Boy and I are 14. I'm sorry we don't have a real office and we have to use a classroom instead. The cigarettes are knock-offs and the coffee isn't brand name. This is what Village 101 has to offer, Rush," Fidget confessed.

He sighed, "I'm sorry, kids. The Tree where I'm from is a bit different than yours."

"Tell us about it," Caution invited.

"Yeah, how can we work together if you're a stranger to us?" Fidget added.

Rush sighed again, thought carefully, and lit the cigarette, "Chilly Evergreen is in Denver, Colorado. I'm a Red Leaf in charge of keeping track of the Tree's finances with 3 other Leafs: Double Vision, Scared Cat, Obedient Elf. We're pretty good friends, since we were friends in high school and worked with computers during our free time when the first home computers came out. Kids used to pick on us for belonging to wealthy families; we'd give money to the unfortunate children or buy them things for their birthdays. They only saw this as patronizing, which in turn brought on more bullying. Cat suffered the worst of it, being bullied by girls is a lot worse than when guys bully each other. Rumors were spread and things were invented to stain Cat's reputation. Ultimately, it caused her to move town after graduating, leaving Vision, Elf, and me behind. Without Cat around, we sort of drifted away from each other after high school. By some strange coincidence, we all joined the same Tree some untold years later. Vision had recently left the military in favor of a sedentary lifestyle; Elf married and had children, taking up a job in sale's marketing; Cat had become a corporate lawyer. Despite all these changes, our mutual love for computers had stayed strong, ultimately bringing us together."

"Where's Cat now?" Caution asked.

Rush recognized Caution's expression: interest. Something about Cat struck a chord with Caution, and now the girl admires Cat.

"Cat is happily married with 2 sons and a loving husband, Barry."

Poor Boy smiled, "It's great that you guys found each other,"

"Well, kids, I think you should go get a bite. I'll stay here and see if I can't do anything about the computers."

Caution led the children out of the classroom, "Okay, Rush. Take care."

He nodded as she closed the door, leaving him to brood over his cigarette, which had burned down to the filter during his story without him taking a single draft; the coffee had slowly cooled on his desk before going completely cold as well.

Part one finished.

Village 101 had become a bustling network of activity: old friends picking up unfinished conversations, new acquaintances starting new ones, rivals testing their opponents in whichever field they chose. Out of the Palm's ambassadors, Immortal House took the title of most ambitious socialite, having at least a nodding acquaintanceship with a great majority of the Villagers.

He stumbled into their living quarters at a rather modest arrival time.

"It's past 2 in the AM, House, where have you been?" Bones scolded.

"With umm... The boys, you know? I haven't seen them since... Boy! I can't even come up with a simile," House slurred.

Goose came back from the kitchen, "I put coffee on, House, if you want some."

The blush-faced man regarded her, "I never noticed how frighteningly flat your chest is. Definitely an A-cup, no doubt."

"Okay, that's enough!" Bones hissed, "Grab his legs, Goose. I'll get his arms."

The two pounced on House, who put up ungraceful, futile resistance. Together, they carried him off to the bathroom where they heaved his body into the bathtub.

"Turn on the shower!" Bones commanded as she held House in place.

"NO! STOP!" House hollered.

He struggled to leave the tub, his efforts felled by his own drunkardly movements. The soaking Branch finally resented, allowing the water to do its job.

Bones caught Goose staring at her chest in the mirror, "Oh, get over it."

"Easy for you to say," she grumbled.

Involuntarily, House's head tilted back, allowing the gush of water to soak his face; Bones corrected him to keep the water out of his mouth.

"He should be doing well, Goose. Should we leave him?"

"Huh? Sure," she replied without looking away from the mirror.

"Come on, woman. Your b***s are okay," Bones reassured.

"They aren't! I look like I have a 12 year old's chest," she complained.

Bones approached Goose, "If you can get a handful, it counts as a B-cup."

She quickly grasped Goose's breasts, "You pass."

Goose yelped, "Stop! Don't grab my b***s!"

House startled awake, "What? Hey, what's going on?"

"If one thing can reanimate a man, it would be something like that," Bones told Goose.

"Let's leave him there and go to bed," Goose suggested sourly.

"Wait, I have something important to tell you. If we wait until morning, I'll forget," House grunted, "It's about Goose. She should know."

"What about me?"

"I talked to a colleague of mine, Sensei Rush. He says their database on the Leafs crashed. Which means no more info can be collected on the invitees. That's what he told his superiors, but the truth is that he and his group could access only two names: Der Krieg Hime and Sandford Goose. Luckily, I was able to clear you because of my standing but the secondary report already went out to the security detail."

"What does that mean for me?"

House cleared his throat, "You'll be shadowed by Spore during your stay. Of course, the Village Spore will have to shadow as many Leafs as possible, being that they have no way of identifying impostors, if there are any."

Goose sat on the toilet to think, "This sucks. What about Bones, is she clear?"

"Yes, she's not on their list, but we will be shadowed nonetheless. This is important: do not relay this message to the other Leafs. So far, only you, I, Bones, Rush and his team, and the Village Spore know anything about your name coming up along with Hime's."

The situation had enraged Bones, "F**k! What a useless human! That Hime is seriously just begging to be put down like the dog he is."

"I'm not defending him, okay? Just don't misunderstand, but I don't think Hime has anything to do with this. Think about it. Why would he want to purposely anger the Leafs? The Machine's Satellites are extensive, worldwide, but the Orchard itself matches and exceeds him in most countries. His Satellites grow more and more exposed as they become larger whereas our Trees have more of a comfort zone due to the nature of our business."

"You're pretty coherent for a drunkard," Bones commented.

"That's just the type of drunk I am."

"So let's just keep this to ourselves, right?" Goose asked.

"Yes. Rush is a middle-aged man that looks like an office drone, you know, white shirt, black slacks and tie, bags under his eyes and poor posture. He's cranky most of the time. Oh, and he has glasses, too. Keep an eye out for him because he'll try to get you to spill the beans," House advised.

"Didn't you say he has a team?" Bones questioned.

"Oh, yes. Las Ardillas, the Squirrels, are a trio of youngsters assigned under Rush as his assistants. I don't know if they'll be after us, too, but watch out for them."

Bones headed for the door, "We'll leave you here to change, House. Goose was kind enough to make dinner; courteously attend, if you will."

"I shall. Give me a few minutes, alright?"

Bones and Goose left House behind to change out of his drenched clothes. Meanwhile, the girls served themselves cold spaghetti. As they began to eat, House emerged from the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He went past the table and entered his room.

Goose gave Bones a coy look, "Those pecs! I had no idea he was so cut!"

Bones shushed her, "He'll hear! It'll only give him one more reason to be conceited."

"He's hot, though. How old is he?"

"A thousand. Shut it and eat your spaghetti," Bones commanded.

Goose took a fork full of spaghetti and slowly inserted it in her mouth, one long noodle hanging from her lips. She held the expression on Bones as she sucked in the noodle slowly and noisily.

"You're a pig!" Bones exclaimed as she flicked spaghetti at Goose. She yelped, dodging the edible projectile. House entered the kitchen, fully clothed on this occasion.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"We were about to roll around naked in spaghetti sauce. You should've come later," Goose explained.

"Shush. It's just Goose being stupid."

"Of course, you weren't gawking at my body earlier, were you? I'm still a little buzzed and I can't see as far as I'd want to," House chuckled.

He flashed a smile at Goose then winked, "It looks fantastic."

"The spaghetti isn't anything to rave about," Goose replied.

"The spaghetti? Yes, yes, Goose, the spaghetti. How about serving me a hot plate?" House breathed.

She almost stumbled as she got up, banging her knee on the table and left to look for a dish.

House grinned, "She's probably soaking."

"You're a pig."

He took a handful of spaghetti from her plate and gracefully gobbled the food.

"Real smooth, pig."

He spoke gibberish from his pasta-filled mouth.

"Swallow, please," Bones requested.

As he did so, Goose returned with a hot plate, "Sorry if I took long. It's just that the spaghetti had gone rather cold and the sauce had dried so I applied more and heated the food."

House grinned and took the plate, "Say, thanks a lot. I appreciate a woman with a culinary edge."

"I do, too. I mean, I appreciate women- no, wait. Edges are nice on men... Uh, culinary people," she stammered.

"Well, that's great we have common ground to start from. Here, sit and enjoy your art," House invited.

"Oh no. I must get some sleep. Sorry, but it's late and Green Leafs have a special meeting tomorrow morning."

"Then don't let me keep you. Sweet dreams, Goose," House cooed.

"You can call me Miranda if you want," she suggested as she stroked her ponytail.

"Well, until next time," he smoothly pronounced his next words, "Miranda."

She blushed, walking back to her room with an aloof smile plastered on her face.

After she had left, Bones slapped House's back, "You are a pig."

"What? This food is delicious, no lie," he responded innocently.

"That was some fucked up s**t there. You just seduced Goose, didn't you?"

"All I have to is go in to tell her good night. I'll just bullshit about not being able to sleep until I get the day's events off of my chest. This will be an excuse to sit on her bed. I imagine she'll ask me why don't I talk to you about it. I'll say you are too quiet and I like understanding people. One thing will lead to another and I'll ultimately penetrate her multiple times before sunrise," he bragged.

"I didn't realize you were young enough to still maintain erections," she retorted coldly.

"Or we could do it?"

"Sure. I'm into random sex with a superior," she answered dismissively.

"Are you being serious?"

"Yeah. Why not? We're adults and we have our freedoms. Are you up to it?" she asked challengingly.

"No, woman. It's never that easy. What are you planning?"

"Nothing," she pulled down House's zipper, "What are you hiding down here?"

"Hey, there! Don't squeeze the little guy so hard," he advised, "I can see you aren't new at this."

"Hardly, I just like to show you who's boss first."

He smiled, "You're one of those then."

"You won't be satisfied with just this, huh? I gotta finish what I started," she said.

"Slow down, not here."

"You wanna do more things to me, huh? Who'd want just this? You have other things planned."

"Hey, slow it down," he whispered.

"Why? What are you going to do to me?"

"Anything you ask for. Just don't finish me here," he requested.

"Work me over, Robert. Give me a full work over. And don't think about trying anything; your fun doesn't start until I get what I want," she commanded.

"Okay, stop squeezing so hard," he repeated.

"Come on, you owe me."

House paid her back in full.

Part Two complete

Morning had sneaked its way into Goose's room without alerting her. The rays of light stroked gently at her skin, stirring her awake gently. Her eyes creaked open slowly as she accepted the kind wake-up call. The usual racket that shook her awake didn't accompany her that morning. It seemed strange Bones or House hadn't disturbed her.

"Maybe I slept in," she wondered out loud.

Her inquiries would be answered as soon as she leaves her room. Neither waited for her at the table nor the living room. Everything was eerily quite. She thought about it a few times before finally deciding to look in their rooms. Again, her search turned up fruitless. The only conclusion she could come to was that they had left earlier.

She didn't put much thought into it, seeing as it wasn't crucial.

Her morning proceeded as usual: breakfast, shower and hygiene, and the usual hunt for the mysterious white hairs she prematurely grows.

Today, Goose had an appointment in the Village Gymnasium. A couple of Red Leafs are to mentor the few Green Leafs dragged to the summit.

She left the living quarters behind and walked to the center of the Village which had a sizable fountain with large bronze statue of a colonial man around the water's edge. Everything seemed eerily quiet; the center usually held most of the invitees.

"There must be some sort of special meeting for the high ranks," she guessed out loud.

The pitter-patter of feet disrupted her thoughts. She turned on her heel but saw nothing. Of course, the footprints were fresh in the dirt. The trail led her behind the forbidden building: the saloon. There, the saloon and the structure next to it formed a wide, shaded alleyway. Three silhouettes stared back at her.

"Hello, little ones! Don't be afraid," she coaxed.

As soon as she spoke, they made like ghosts and vanished. The strange children had her spooked as well as intrigued. But not today; she has a special appointment to make.

Not too far from the center, a building with faded-red paint connoted the training facilities. The first floor composed of various equipment and machines for all the needs of their inhabitants. The second floor was reserved for women; other than that, they were identical. The third floor had the offices of the building master and his assistants, the coaches and trainers.

Goose's meeting was to be held in the third floor, a journey which would hold surprising challenges. Her first obstacle faced her mockingly: the double-doors. Since pulling didn't work, she attempted to push the doors open. They budged but only slightly.

She brushed her hair aside, "Okay, the left one seems easier to open. I just need a little more power."

With a little more power, the door cracked open another inch, enough for the cold air to slip out. She relished in the breeze before being pushed back the two inches she gained. Desperate, she took a few steps back and lunged at the door. It opened a full foot, letting out another gush of air. Instantly, it lashed back, propelling her and throwing her onto the floor.

She huffed, "Crap. This is insane. But it worked sort of. Progress."

Her next attempt relied on a more cunning approach: she'd tackle the door open and pry it open with her legs. Again, she took off and opened it a full foot, but this time, she pressed against the door and propped it open with her right leg. All she needed to do now was slip inside the cool gym. Her goal was so close yet so far as she had become pinned against the door way. If she released the opened door, it'd slam on her and possibly keep her clamped. This needed, required, precision, speed, and grace. Goose had amped herself ready for the maneuver before reconsidering. Instead, she simply switched which leg held the door. With her left leg now propping the entrance, her right leg was free to step past the threshold. Still, little progress had been accomplished. The next move also required the aforementioned traits. Before she could do anything, the three ghost-like children limboed under her straining leg. Wordlessly, they bowed and headed for the stairs.

"Wait! I need help, kids," she pleaded. They formed a huddle, inside of which a debate was held. She didn't hear the details but the outcome was evident: they weren't going to assist her. Her leg began to ache and tremble; it wouldn't be long before the door comes back to close on her.

"Oh s**t, it's gonna crush my hymen," she imagined the door slamming on her lady-hood.

A hand grasped her thigh, a small hand with a skull ring. The owner of the hand pushed the door open with relative ease.

Goose slipped through and turned to greet her savior.

"Thank you, so much..."

"Selfish Genius, Brown Leaf. I presume you are the Green Leaf, #64?" responded an unamused female.

"No, I'm Sandford Goose. Am I the first one here?"

"How am I to now? I just got here, Sandford Goose!" the angry woman yelled.

"Sorry, Genius. I shouldn't have asked a question that's already answered."

"Speak clearly, damn it! Who's here?" She demanded.

"Three children, ma'am. They headed upstairs, I think," she squeaked.

"Think? Did you imagine them or something? You know what? Just go upstairs before I nuke your existence," she threatened.

Goose turned and half-ran to the stairs to avoid the crazy blue-haired woman. Once out of her line of sight, Goose relaxed and breathed after what seemed a century. In the staircase, she encountered the 3 ghosts waiting for her at the last step.

"Hey, you little devils, why didn't you help me back there?"

Instead of answering, they slipped away again, slamming a door behind them. Goose was lucky enough the notice which they had opened from the rest in the hallway and followed. Behind the door, she encountered a classroom with several tables and desktop computers. A larger table where she presumed the teacher sat was ridden with coffee cups and cigarette ashes; the butts were scattered on the floor around the office chair. On the other hand, the room didn't show any sign of the ghost children. She surveyed the classroom's computer monitors, each with a thin layer of dust on them. Goose couldn't hear the sound of Genius so she took a little time to look at the larger desk. What caught her eye though was the white board. On it, written with distinct handwriting by several writers was her birth name and another name.

"Theodore Wright. Who's that? Wasn't he one of the first pilots? Ah, but I'm here as well," she speculated.

From the hallway, she heard Genius holler, "Tall one! Tall one, report immediately!"

She abandoned her bewilderment and bolted out the door where the woman waited.

"In here," she said briskly, pointing to the door across from the one she exited. This room only held 4 chairs. The chairs were pointed at the white board where Genius assumed her position. The previously-empty chairs were automatically filled by the ghost children; she sat next to the oldest one.

Genius snapped her fingers, which sounded like a thunderclap to Goose's ears.

"Caution!"

The oldest, a girl, stood up, "Present."

"Poor Boy!"

The one at the end answered, "Present."

"Fidget!"

The remaining boy responded, "Present."

"Tall one!"

"Present, ma'am."

After roll call, Genius turned to the white board behind her and wrote in large, red letters: "Extra-humans and their role as Thorns."

"Extra-human is a slang term for people born with specific abnormalities. The main difference between these and other usual defectuous births is the effect. Certain mutations cause normal traits to elevate to another level. Let's review the basics."

She wrote on the board: "Ultra-dense muscle fiber."

"This is known as 'super-strength' in other terms. The main advantage is obvious. On the other hand, there are some drawbacks. First, UMFs are at high risk of muscle tears, tendon tears, and bone dislocation. Secondly, a high number display aggressive, violent personalities, making them dangerous to themselves and others. Other drawbacks either seem irrelevant or consequential. The Orchard as a whole accepts few UMFs due to their volatile nature, keeping their movements under watchful eye. Questions?"

No one rose an inquiry.

"Moving on with the next disorder: Competant Unconscious Syndrome. Research tells us these people can understand any sequence and replicate it with perfect results, essentially copying information from sources. This proves to be a very versatile skill; a great number of sufferers are sought after and enlisted in the Orchard. Of course, it's not without its risks. All too often, many collapse in mental breakdowns brought on by gleaning the 'wrong information'. Extended contact with disturbed, insane individuals eventually corrupts them, turning their skill into a curse. CUSs tend to not last very long if used extensively in the field. Questions?"

Four heads shook.

"Next, Alternating Magnetic Current Disorder. This disease is very peculiar as it allows the affected to reroute the electric currents in the body and transfer them as they wish. The extent of the amount of voltage they generate is variable. While most can only produce enough to make hair stand on end, a few generate enough power to mimic a defibrillator, able to either revive or kill a man. Currently, the Orchard employs a small number of AMCDs since an effective, powerful user is rare. Reports indicate the flow of electricity through the nerves tend to cause inflammation, which in turn causes numbness and paralysis. Certain brain disorders have also been associated to this, as well."

"Moving on to the last disease, an unclassified Extra-disorder known simply as 'The Checkmate Complex." The reason it's in such a status is because we aren't sure whether it's a disorder at all. Named after the discoverer himself, Checkmate, the sufferers experience extremely heightened intelligence. No known drawbacks have been established; all results depend on the individual and their respective personalities. The Orchard itself holds no record of such a person in its rank, though the potential exists. Many afflicted people don't realize their circumstance, regardless of their disorder, due chiefly to a weak strand. Occasionally, some cases show the affected is simply a carrier of the disorder. It should be noted that the aforementioned diseases are not contagious. You should also pay in mind other disorders of this caliber exist, some of which haven't been documented properly. Keep in mind of this when you face an unknown enemy for they could be an Extra, making them incredibly dangerous."

The three kids didn't seem to move or breathe, keeping Goose on edge.

She spoke to break the silence, "Do you know any Extras?"

"I am one. I have ultra-dense muscle fiber. Your Tree, Swaying Palm, employs are large number of Extras, the Nightmare. Here, the Village has a similar team for special defense purposes, Las Tropas, which is Spanish for the Troops. The members are advised to keep their abilities to themselves and use them not for profit or personal gain."

Goose followed with another question, "Has the Village encountered the Guards yet?"

"No. The Guards seem to have missed this place, attacking weakened areas instead," Genius replied.

"What about your Tree?"

"Honorable Sycamore has been 100 miles away from the nearest attacks. It's not a small, weak Tree, but a mighty, potent organization, even the nearest Machine won't scratch our defenses," she bragged pridefully, "But I digress, your assignment as Green Leaf is simple. The Ardillas realize the situation with the database, for you, Goose, I want to say that our listings of the invited have been stolen, making it impossible to differentiate between importers and legitimate Leafs. Do not let this information get out to the other Leafs, understand?"

Goose nodded.

"You are responsible for reporting back any suspicious activity or any rumors that may arise. Feel free to complete this mission any way you please. You are free to leave. Ardillas, take Sandford Goose with you."

Before Goose could speak, the Ardillas left the room, ushering her along. Instead of heading through the front door, they led her to a rear exit with doors that responded well to their tiny arms. The outside light blinded her momentarily. Her eyes finally adjusted, revealing the three Ardillas forming another huddle. Like before, she couldn't hear their exchange, leaving her clueless as to why they decided to disappear again. The Village had renewed its activities and the center was bustling with activity while the bronze man gazed blankly ahead.

"You look lost, niña," a voice commented from behind.

Leaning against the gym's wall was a spiky-haired man of about 20. He held a cigarette between his fingers; the empty box lay crushed by his booted feet.

"Well, yeah. But no since I'm not going anywhere," she answered.

"In that case, you should accompany me to get a bite to eat, yes?" He invited.

She smiled, "I'd love to but..."

"I understand. You have a boyfriend."

"No, not at all."

"Then you're free! Come," he beamed as he grabbed her hand.

She pulled free, "It's alright. I have to go now."

"Come on," he goaded.

Goose stepped back slowly, touching briefly with the gym wall.

"Don't make me beg," he put his hand against the wall and leaned closer, "I can be persistent."

"Believe me, you don't want to try anything funny," she replied dryly.

"You should tell me your name. I'm Shiver."

His breath reaked of smoke.

She pushed him away lightly, "I really must go."

"Yeah, with me," he grabbed her hand and brought it down to his lips. Before he could kiss her hand, she slipped away.

"You're quite the dancer, I bet," he commented.

"Yes. I'm sorry but I must leave now. Have a nice day," she turned to leave.

Shiver matched her pace, "I know of a rather excellent place where you can show off your nimble feet."

"No, it's quite alright," she answered.

"It's a quaint spot a mile south of here, on the beach. I got word that a few Leafs are going to have a bonfire. You'll be wise to get there around 8 PM tonight. Okay? Oh, and bring a towel; we'll be using the beach extensively."

Before she could protest, Shiver disappeared into the crowd. She stood unsure of what had happened.

Did I just agree to a date? Should I go?

She asked herself these questions as she made her way through the busy crowd. A sharp whistle interrupted her thoughts.

"I challenge the Brown Leaf, Spark, to a sparring match!"

She whirred in the direction of the commotion. The crowd congregated around a pair of men. She recognized the first man: Shiver.

"Accept or deny!" He hollered.

The other man, stout and thick, raised his muscular arms in the air, "I accept! One round is what I'll give you."

The crowd cheered.

He continued, "The spoils! To the victor goes..."

"The tall girl!" Shiver interrupted.

All eyes shot the tallest woman in attendance. Goose could feel her face become warm with embarrassment.

"Deal!"

The two Leafs clashed, tangling into each other ungratefully and rolling through the dirt. Shouting and screaming bystanders made way as they broke through the edges of their "arena." They disengaged and regained their composure; Spark through a quick, penetrating glance at Goose. Using this opening, Shiver lunged, driving his shoulder into Spark's stomach and knocking him on his back. Shiver pinned Spark's arms down and began hammering away at his exposed face. He powered his way out of his position, lifting Shiver away and leaping back on his feet. For a heavy-set man, he moved remarkably quick, planting his feet firmly and landing a heavy blow on Shiver. He took the hit head-on, temporarily losing consciousness. Before he could recover, Spark landed a strong right lariat, forcefully knocking Shiver onto his back. He pounced, but by sheer luck, Shiver instinctively threw his feet up, connecting solidly with Spark's face. The force was enough to knock Spark out cold, effectively leaving the bout in a tie. The crowd began chanting, counting down from 10 to decide the final victor.

"Diez!"

"Nueve!"

"Ocho!

Neither showed signs of recovery.

"Siete!"

"Sies!"

"Cinco!"

Simultaneously, both men stirred awake, but neither had a clue as to what they were supposed to do. This was met by approval from the crowd.

"Cuatro!"

"Tres!"

They staggered onto their feet, unstable like toddlers.

"Dos!"

Shiver put his last ounce of strength into one strike, unleashing it on Spark with a loud howl.

"Uno!" The crowd roared and crowned Shiver the winner, lifting him into the air while they cheered. When he pointed at Goose, the crowd surged around her and took her upon their shoulders.

She yelped in utter surprise, struggling to keep herself calm in the midst of the festive madness.

Shiver exclaimed, "Drinks! A bebér!"

All at once, Goose was brought to her feet while everyone rushed away and into a building with a single neon sign: OPEN.

The partying continued inside the saloon as Goose stood alone, dumbfounded by the scene that had unfolded.

A tugging at her shirt startled her; she turned to see the youngest of the Ardillas.

"Shiver says to wait for him by this large statue at 7 AM. Bring something nice to wear."

Section Complete.

Before the sun could properly introduce itself, Goose already prepared herself for whatever misadventure Shiver had in store. Despite the chilly atmosphere, she began to feel a little too warm, sweating even.

She whispered to herself, "You're nervous. It's pretty irrational to be nervous."

The bronze statue helped to put her at ease, as if the brave man depicted would be watching over her like a metal Saint.

She took the opportunity to better study the statue. A rather large plaque presented itself but she failed the read the foreign letters. The man himself stood approximately 20 feet high and had a rather dull sheen. He held a musket in one hand and a blunderbuss in the other. He seemed triumphant, proud.

Gravel crunched behind her.

"Miss, how are we this morning?" Shiver exclaimed.

"Groggy, but I'll live," she replied.

"Excellent, I see you have dressed appropriately."

She had decided to wear blue jeans and a floral print shirt, "Yeah, I just threw it on."

"You look stunning. I never got your name."

"Sandford Goose, actually."

He frowned, "Goose? More like Swan or Dove. Those are animals befitting your status."

"Well, thank you. Umm, I don't mean to be impersonal, but what are we doing here?"

He leaned against the statue, "You are a Leaf. By definition, you should engage in Leaf activities such as recovering Fruit. There was a boating accident off the coast a few miles out. Don't worry, no one was injured. However, the two vessels are now resting at the bottom of the ocean. Now these were luxury yachts and if one can reach the wrecks, there will be much Fruit to recover!"

The situation sounded far-fetched to her hears, "Sounds like we are needing more people than just us."

"Don't worry, Goose, I have my own team from my Tree to assist us in the hunt. We have all the preparations ready. So if you're ready to go, we'll go!"

"Sure thing, bud. Where to?"

"It's a short walk but we can make it shorter if we talk," he said as they began walking.

"Okay, umm, I am from Maine," she began.

"And I from Brazil, Rio de Gionerro. But I must know why a woman of your tender age is out this far. Do you not having schooling or regular work?" He wondered.

She chuckled, "I am wondering to same about you. Don't you have schooling or regular work?"

"Alright, my father is wealthy, through the tourism business. I have little need for work and I attend school when I see fit."

"I actually graduated from the Sandford Institute of Technology and Applied Sciences. As far as money goes, I'm set since I patented this," she took her cellphone out.

"The Holo-Phone?" He took the transparent cube from her hand, "You?"

"Yep. It was rather difficult but my parents put the patent out for me when I turned 14."

"You invented this device when you were 14? Unbelievable! I'm sorry that I don't own one, but I am fond of buttons and such," he apologized.

"Well, the original blueprint was my idea, the rest of the programming came from the company that took the license," she explained.

"Marvelous, Goose. If only I had such a resumé. Father would be most pleased with me," he said with a faint smile.

Shiver fiddled with the Holo-Phone, rotating it this way and that, "Hard to believe that the genius behind this device walks beside me. You are a gem, Goose."

"Well, thanks. I-"

A woman stood before them. She wore a scarlet red dress shirt and tight black leather pants.

With her hands on her hips she spoke, "Shiver. Who's the girl?"

The patient tone in her voice somewhat unsettled Goose. She resembled a red cobra, lethal and beautiful with her regal pose.

"Anesthesia, I was hoping to meet you by the Village exit. This is our new teammate, Sandford Swan," he replied.

"Goose. I know this girl. She was on the report, Shiver," she informed.

"Wait, how do you know about that?" She inquired.

"I'm on special Spore detail. For some strange reason, this basic Leaf is under my watchful eye. But I doubt such a delicate girl could cause any evil. Regardless, I took the liberty of becoming her 'handler' for the time being," she continued without acknowledging Goose.

"Ana, will you still be joining us on our mission?"

"Of course, since I can't expect you to take care of yourself, how would you manage a mission?" She responded with a smirk.

As they resumed walking, Goose shot a glance at Shiver, who seemed rather downhearted after having Anesthesia treat him like a child. Ahead of her, Ana strode with an electric air about her, as if there wasn't a single thing that could phase her. The thing about it was that Goose believed it. She felt certain that Anesthesia was one of those people who always have a plan, always know what to do, and always succeed in every endeavor. Smug and pridefulness didn't seem to emulate from her persona, just an unwavering sense of rightful confidence. In this respect, Goose felt a mix of envy and admiration.

"Where are your superiors, Goose?" Ana asked.

She awkwardly burst from her thoughts, "I'm not sure, actually."

"It's quite alright. I know where they are, so no need to worry."

"Where would that be?"

"They are in the Haunted Tower, Demon and Wasp's personal meeting hall. They won't be out until later this evening so we have plenty of time for our excursion. Speaking of which," she said as they neared a rather large pair of gates, the same gates they passed when they first arrived at the Village. Two booths on either side guarded the entrance.

"Hello, gentleman," Ana greeted as she approached the men stationed there, "Would it be too much of a bother to open the gates?"

He gave her an unamused look, "Is there a Branch among you?"

"No. But I am La Servienta de Las Tropas."

Goose could roughly distinguish Ana flashing a badge at the men. A few seconds later, the gates opened; a rather expensive sedan waited for them immediately outside. Shiver and Goose sat in the back while Ana situated herself by the driver.

"Alright, let's get going," Ana told the driver.

The vehicle lurched gently on the asphalt then slowly picked up speed.

Ana turned to Goose, "So, how's life treating you?"

"Fine, I suppose," she peeped.

"I hope you haven't fallen for Shiver's pathetic advances."

At the mention of his name, he lowered his head.

Goose answered, "He's a real gentleman, a nice person who's easy to get along with."

"But were you seduced? Did Shiver send a shiver down your exceptionally long spine?"

"Wow, what a low move," the driver chuckled.

"I fail to see how that could be misinterpreted. I'm generally interested in Shiver's pick-up skills," Ana teased.

"Why, are you jealous that a woman younger than you is getting attention? I never saw you as having a high-schooler's mindset," the driver retorted.

"Yeah, I'm in love with Shiver and no one can have him," she remarked sarcastically.

"Whatever, you always have a way of putting everyone in a bad mood."

"It's a talent of mine. Goose has some rather interesting talents. Don't you?"

The driver eyed Goose; she could only distinguish his dark skin color and nothing more due to his apparel: a cap and sunglasses, "Don't be trying anything funny. I don't know you but if Ana has to keep tabs on you, then it'd be wise if you just take it real easy."

The foreboding warning sunk in deep, putting her even more uncomfortable than Ana's demeanor already had.

After driving for well over an hour, the dusty landscape receded to lush hills and a beautiful ocean view. She took time to absorb the sight, even Shiver picked his head up to view the scenery. Even though plentiful vegetation isn't rare in her home state, the coastal scenery was captivating.

"What a marvel!" He whispered.

"Yeah, it's quite amazing," Goose concurred.

"Hey, you see that cliff there? The one with the palm trees?" He pointed.

An isolated cliff jutted out into the ocean, hundreds of feet above a rocky shoreline.

"I will build a house there! A luxurious mansion held at the highest degree of art. You'll see."

She pictured how frightening yet exciting it would be to peer out of your balcony and have the ocean itself waiting for you every morning.

The road descended through two knolly, grassy hills, following the steep grade before rising back out onto a mesa.

Directly in front of her, Ana stared blankly ahead, completely ignoring the sights.

She whispered to Shiver, "Hey, what's up with Ana?"

"Hmm?"

Lowering her voice further, "What's Ana's problem?"

"Uhh, well… we can't talk about her right now. I'll enlighten you later. I promise."

She gave Ana a brief glance; she still seemed as unamused as usual.

"This is the place," the driver said as they reached the pinnacle of the mesa. He parked the vehicle in a clearing adjacent to the main road. A single, tiny shrine stood next to a few wooden benches.

Ana turned to Goose, "Have you ever rode in a heli?"

Somewhat confused by the question, she responded, "Yes, a few times, actually."

She simply responded, "Good."

"Maybe we should step outside for a second," the driver suggested.

And so they did, whereupon a fresh, brisk breeze greeted them kindly. Goose took the opportunity to stretch her legs and further investigate the shrine.

It was a bleak shack with a single statue inside, moss and mildew decorated the interior while an array of burnt-out candles crowded the shelves and the area around the statue. It was apparent that many a visitor payed homage to the woman depicted before her.

"It's La Virgen de Guadalupe. Catholics here see her as the equivalent of the Virgin Mary," Shiver explained.

She mentioned to the countless candles, "Who are the people on there?"

"Many different Saints. People vie to gain their favor in order to receive divine assistance. Travelers, shopkeepers, even criminals believe these Saints keep a watchful eye over their endeavors. They hope to achieve success through worship."

"You seem to know a lot about this country's culture, ever considered being a tourist guide?" She teased.

"No, but I'd like to mention that this culture differs little from the traditions of my people. After all, the world is fortunately small. In this melting pot, the chances of meeting like-minded people is high. That's why the best way to appreciate all the crazy characters is to personally experience the madness. Anyone can read about the Mexican people, but through the Orchard, a Brazilian can personally account for the pleasures of meeting a Mexican or an American inventor, a Canadian, an Irishman, or what have you. This is true learning, Goose; books hold information but contact creates memories, something a mere textbook could never accomplish."

"Yeah, I guess that makes plenty of sense," she agreed, "Oh, about Ana."

"Anesthesia is someone I'd hold at arm's length if I were you. She has no loyalties, obligations, or ties. I'm not even sure where she came from but I'd assume she's American."

"Is she that bad? I mean, she can't be all that," Goose responded.

"Oh, but she is."

"There is something strange about her. It's her aura. Or more accurately her lack of one."

"Yeah, that's it. One can never tell what's going on behind her eyes."

"But why is she a Leaf if she has no loyalties?"

"She isn't. Nor a Spore or a Root or any of the sort. Which is why I hold a high suspicion as to why Las Tropas would give her such a prestigious standing and why they'd choose her as your handler. It's fishy."

"And the driver?"

"His name's DeSean but he goes by Sail. I trust him," he added, "I can't say he trusts you though."

"I'm tired, Shiver, I just wanna go home," she complained.

"Bare with me a little longer, Goose. The heli will arrive soon and from there it's only a short ride to our last stop."

"What should I do about Ana?"

"Try to ignore her as much as possible. If you try to figure her out, you'll just end up with a headache," he advised.

"Well said," Goose smiled.

Outside, a rather loud commotion had alerted Goose and Shiver of the helicopter's arrival. It landed in the middle of the clearing, stirring up all sorts of dust and dirt.

Ana knocked on the old wooden door, "This is our ride, kids. Let's get moving."

Author's Note

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[Pryde Foltz]

Fantastic opening...will read more later