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I stuffed another pack of trail mix into my waterproof, heavy-duty, specially made, fire-proof, and "all that" backpack and hefted it onto my back. It felt surprisingly light and I bounced it a little, glad that it was incredibly comfortable. "This is a communication device in case anything goes wrong," said the professor, handing me a small metal walkie-talkie like machine. I clipped it onto my belt and stood straight. The professor looked over me thoughtfully. "Embroll, though this is your first mission and it is a pretty serious, not to mention dangerous one, I believe you are ready for it. I have taught you all I can and you have do

CHAPTER 1 Upside-down Newspapers and Life-threatening Missions Central Park was nicest at dawn, when the sun was still making its sluggish way up from the horizon and a cool, peaceful morning residing over the busy streets of Rhuana. This was my relaxing place, where only the soft coo of pigeons and the faint honking of cars penetrated the calm silence. I arranged my legs into the lotus position and began to meditate, closing my eyes to shut out the rest of the world. Moments later, I opened them in annoyance when something poked my wrist. I glanced down and saw a common-looking pigeon with ash gray feathers staring at me, head cocked. It