It was a dream She was sure of it. What else could it be. She was in Colombia on a personal mission, she knew that much. But this clearly wasn't Colombia. The houses around her were clearly Asian, south east Asian at that. As was the climate. A little to late she realized it was Burma. And then came the whiny screech of a mortar shell.. She gasped, seeing how the eart erupted around her as the village was bombarded. She stood amidst the carnage, stunned at her own helplessness. There was fire everwhere. Burning houses, screaming children. Crying mothers.

 But the fire was white, like white hot fosfor. Her eyes looked around for a face that was familiar.  Instead she found that the burning village warped and changed into a street she knew all to well. It was back at Lost Haven. There was four men walking down the street. One of them held a bottle in his hand, a molotov coctail, she was sure of it. The four men stopped outside the house, one, bearing bruises and scars spoke. "Burn her shitty little dojo down." The other men all lit their home made firebombs and tossed them with force into the dojo. The fire that erupted was the same white and heatless fire as before. She found she could walk into the smoking, burning building, the fire didn't burn her, didn't hurt her. She could see Bak May crouched over something, her shrine. 

"Get out!" Kaya yelled at her. Screaming on the top at her to move, to get out. But the short elderly woman seemed to only have eyes for the altar, clutching something.  Before she could lean into look what it was, she awoke.

Her bed sheet were tangled and soaked in sweat, and she realized she was crying. and her knuckles hurt. Looking around Hernandez stood a meter or so away, rubbing his jaw. 

"Quite the hook." He said. 

[color=662d91]"Shit. I am sorry Hernandez. Bad dream. What are you doing in my bedroom?"[/color]

"Yeah. Well. I could tell as much. You were doing the ghost fire thing from your eyes again. And I am here becouse there been a change in plans."

[color=662d91]"I think I had a vision"[/color] She said as she got out of the bed, throwing on a shirt. Hernandez picked his nails with his old bowie knife, carefull not to look her way as she got dressed. [color=662d91]"Wait. What change in plans?"[/color]

"You will have forgive my skepticism. My mama told me only witches can see  the future." Hernandez chuckled as she moved past him to grab her gear. 

[color=662d91]"No worries Hernandez. I don't have to be a witch to see you will always be an asshole."
Both of them laughed at that.[/color]

[color=662d91]"...Hernandez. I gotta go back home. Bak May is in danger. "[/color]

"Huh. Funny you say that. The plans I was talking about? We have been ordered to withdraw effective immediately."

[color=662d91]"Wait. What? Why?"[/color]

"Seems goverment is beefing up the whole domestic defense deal. They want me nad the lads back for some new unit they are putting together to help counteract the rise of Meta-human driven domestic terror. Zepeta aint going anywhere but my work here is almost done. The US love their proxy wars, but we have gotten the VIPs out and we have secured a route whitch to provide the rebels with arms. Prolonged stay would enhance the chance of capture. And the last thing we want is Zepeta having concrete evidence of American boots inside his borders."

[color=662d91]"So when do we go?"[/color]

"We leave in Twenty minutes."