Chapter 1

Eryain Miller walked down the sidewalk. His black shoes gleamed in the sunlight. Eryain had to go out tonight and take care of some business. A meeting of corporate executives were having a meeting at the local Resort, and he was about to invite himself. As he walked he began to remember how he got into this mess in the first place...


Lander pulled on his collar slightly. It was a hot summer day in Carota Del Bambino, a small village just on the outskirts of a jungle. The town itself was very small, but quite a great summer resort. A perfect place to spend a vacation, and that’s exactly what Lander was here for. The buildings were all made out of bamboo and palm leaves, Lander was sitting in the town pub, trying to look old and casual, even though he was about 5 years below the drinking age. He was dressed in a black trench coat, with a black undershirt. In high contrast, he was wearing normal tennis shoes instead of his normal black knee high combat boots. Lander turned around in his bar stool and took a look at the bartender through his sunglasses.
"I'd like a double scotch on the rocks. And put more rocks in it this time."
The bartender glared at Lander out of the corner of his eye. "How old are you?" he asked in a tone low enough to make your stomach churn.
"Erm, 32." Lander responded hesitantly.
The bartender went back to wiping down some wine glasses. "Get out." He said nonchalantly.
"But...but...what about my alcohol?!" Lander replied a bit edgily.
"Out"
"Come on! Just give me like an empty glass to keep in front of me at least!"
By this time the bartender had had enough and snapped his fingers. "Hugo come."
"OH! Hugo eh? He doesn't sound that tough."
A dark figure was looming behind Lander as he said all this. Hugo then spun Lander around, grabbed him, and threw Lander about 20 feet out the front door of the bar onto the main dirt road of the small village.
"OH! YEAH! LET'S SEE YOU TRY THAT AGAIN HUGO" Lander stood up and dusted himself off. Slightly infuriated and embarrassed to no end, Lander tried to look casual at the small group of people staring at him. He glanced down at his watch and saw a small red light flashing on the watch face. Glancing to the left and right he walked steadily down into a dark ally, and ducked behind a trash can. He pressed a small button on the side of the watch face. The watch face was replaced by a computer desktop, from which a program initiated

...Transmission received...
...Buffering...
...
...Buffering Complete...
...Playing...
...Greetings Lander. This is your commander speaking. We have received information from a reliable source about an operation going on in your general area. We want you to ask around and get information about the scheme. We will try and keep you updated with any new information or leads we may find. Begin your mission at the end of this transmission.
...End of message...
...Thank you for using AOL...
...Signing off...

Lander arose. "Well, looks like my vacation has been cut short..." Lander sighed. He checked the time on his watch. 5:22 P.M. He began to come up with a plan in his head.

What to do. I have no leads so looks like I'm going to have to start from scratch. What to do... I'll go to some active place and listen for leads. I just hate it when they give me no information to start with...

Lander walked out to them main street and saw a group of people walking down the street, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Lander watched them walk into a building, waited a few seconds, and then followed them into the building.

It appeared to be a restaurant of sorts. A band was on stage performing, and all the lights were off except for the spotlights shining on the band. A Waiter came up and bused him to a table. Lander sat down on the hard wooden bench and looked at the menu, but started listening to other peoples conversations.
"Did you see what he was wearing today? Ugh, what is he like colorblind?"
"They're not too bad, maybe we could get them a contract."
"You going to that Luau later tonight?"
"Can I get your order sir. Sir?"
"Uhm what?" Lander replied to the waiter who was staring at him. "I'll have a mixture of the sweetest fruit drinks you have to offer."
Lander relaxed back in his chair and started to listen again.
"Yes sir." The waiter bowed and walked off.
"Tonight. Eight-thirty p.m. At the Luau. Give me the information there."

This luau that everyone is talking about seems to be a big event. Perhaps I should check it out...

"Yeah, some loser kid tried to get into our bar earlier today. We threw the punk kid out. 20 feet, a new record Hugo."

The waiter returned with Lander's drink. Lander cleared his throat and asked the waiter "Erm, what have you heard about this Luau that everyone is talking about?"
"Well, you must not be from around here. We hold this giant festival every year with dancing and celebration and much laughter. It's held in the town square from Seven p.m. to Six a.m. the next day. 'Tis a grand chance to relax and have fun."
"Thank you. Now go get more drinks and keep 'em coming."