Note: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! And to celebrate Turkey Day, I bring you my next installment of my ATS prequel "The Lost Daughter". Before I let you out, just I minor thing to discuss.

For those following my Eternity War story and read my note at the end, I talked about how action/adventure may seem a bit like the elephant in the room for LIS. Then defended the idea saying that's how I'd like to see it proceed for those who believe otherwise. I did not mean to disgrace or offend you fanboys and fangirls about how you see the series, I was only saying how much I'd like to follow my heart and live with the ideas in fruition for my stories. Thank you.

I'd also like to discuss that I will put this episode of TDL on hiatus at some point in the middle to return my work back to EW. In the meantime, enjoy this story while you still can and stay golden! Piece out! And no emoji!

Previously on Life is Strange: The Lost Daughter...

"Rachel Amber has been recovered. The Lazarus project will proceed as planned."

"My God, Hendricks," said the male voice. "I think she's waking up."

"Dammit, Benson," the woman referred as Hendricks muttered. "She's not ready yet. Give her the sedative."

"Wake up, Rachel!" a voice said on an intercom.

"Rachel, do you hear me?" the intercom voice spoke again. "Get out of that bed now! This facility is under attack!"

"Where did you come from?!" the man asked. "I thought you were still a work in progress!"

"I just woke up!" I shouted. "You probably know more than I do!"

"I'm Cayce Foley. You were drugged and abducted by Mark Jefferson and Nathan Prescott. You were killed by an overdose. Dead as dead can be when they brought you here. Our scientist spent the last six months putting you back together. You've been comatose or worse that whole time. Welcome back to your life."

"Hendricks," said Benson. "But you were-"

In the blink of an eye, Hendricks pulled her pistol out of her coat pocket and pulled the trigger. Shooting Benson in the face and his body dropping dead on the floor.

"Dead?" said Hendricks, finishing Benson final words.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Cayce shouted.

"My job," she answered. "Benson betrayed us all."

"Rachel Amber," he began. "Just the woman I was waiting for.

"Cut to the chase. I was just drugged to death by two psychos, I may have just ditched everyone I cared about in Arcadia Bay who now think I'm dead, and now I wake up from my death bed only to hear you talk about terrorist?"

"We're at war," said Crosby. "No one wants to admit it, but humanity is under attack. We believe El Eterno has taken over Bolivia for reasons unnatural. When bringing you to life, we discovered something special in you. That's just one reason we chose you."

"You could've trained an entire army for what you've spent to bring me back," I said.

"You're unique. Not just in ability or what you've experienced, but what you represent. You stood for Blackwell at a key moment. You're more than a prodigy - you're a symbol."

"It's the FNG, sir," said Cayce. "Go easy on her, Captain. It's her first day on the regimen."

"Right," the captain said. "What the hell kind of name is Rachel Amber? How'd a Blackwell shit like you end up in selection?"

"Come on, Amber!" Newblood shouted. "Keep up!"

"Find your grip!" Newblood shouted. "Use your momentum to swing across! Hurry!"

"Vamos, get outta there!" Logos shouted.

"Cover! Aim! Fire! Vamos!"

I take the baton to swing it towards Newblood. Not before he could disarm me from it and strike me with his kick. I counter his kick, pin him to the ground holding my knee against his neck and restraining his arm. Then the British trainer smacked his hand on the soft floor to stop the fighting. Practice always does makes perfect.

"Not bad, Rachel," said Cayce, holding the grip and trigger of an unloaded pistol. "But if this wasn't an exercise, you'd be dead by now."

"If this wasn't an exercise," I say. "You wouldn't be able to open your big mouth, Cayce."

Little did Cayce know that soldier holding a rifle behind his back had taken the upper hand. Cayce released his gun away from my brain and digressed himself.

"Congratulations, Operative Amber," he said. "You made it. Welcome to the agency."

"You're special. Rachel...as far as I'm concerned, I'm the only person you have left to care about. Ever since the day you woke up from that morgue and found me shooting some mercs in that lounge, I couldn't help but to fall for you and care about you a whole lot. Have you ever cared about me back? I really want to know."

I hold Cayce's hand. Then I gradually nudge over to him for my lips to close in on him. With no reluctance whatsoever, my lips touch his and we grant ourselves a gentle kiss for each other. Then I got off my chair. Cayce got off his. And then we kiss again for a few seconds longer. I now have shipped another relationship I made for myself. Cayce was now my new boyfriend. I was now his new girlfriend. And just like everyone else I loved before him, I accepted this ship with no regrets. Even if I did have regrets to let go of, I still had this thing I've made with Cayce to hold onto.

"You make it back alive, you walk away from us a free girl. If you're killed, you never existed. And Rachel Amber would have been dead a long time. Best case scenario, you don't die twice and you do us this solid just as you would for your friends back home. It's that simple. And one more thing. As far as Chrysalis is concerned, you no longer exist. Your now Rochelle Allison."

Crosby lays my new identification card and passport on the table. Declaring my new name and identity to conceal any evidence that Rachel Amber ever existed. Would I accept this identity? Or will I refuse it?

"Thank you," I say. "I'll take it."

"The mission will begin in just three weeks from now," said Crosby. Good luck Operative Amber. I know you won't let us down."

"This is a big deal for you, Rachel," said Cayce. "We're all counting on you to do your best to survive this mission together. That is what we've all come to expect from you until now. So, are ready for this?"

"I'm ready," I say.

WickDaLine presents...

A Life is Strange fan fiction...

LIFE IS STRANGE

THE LOST DAUGHTER

Episode 2: New World Order

Chapter 1 Refuge

March 30th, 2014

5:27 PM

Copacabana, Bolivia

Market District/Refugee Camp

Here I am. Copacabana, Bolivia. The only peaceful city in Bolivia dividend from the civil war in this once peaceful country. Now war torn by Bolivian insurgents. All capitalized by a rebellion run by quantum terrorist fighting against South American government loyalist and the South American division of Chrysalis. Now in league with the North American division of Chrysalis. And here I thought by now I'd be fighting the good fight in the kingdom of Los Angeles rather than the outskirts of Bolivia.

I don't believe I've been forced to be sent here on the southern end of the globe before earning my privilege and freedom to do so. After so many years of pursuing my ambitious fantasy, this is how I'm rewarded? I'm brought back to life as if I were in some psychological thriller film about the Lazarus effect. And for what? To forget about the person I once was? To forget everyone and everything I knew in Arcadia Bay? To be sent on a futile crusade I was never born nor made to do?

Whatever the reason, it mattered less now. What truly mattered now was that as long as I'm under the protection of Chrysalis, my identity remains a ghost. And the longer I remain a ghost, the longer Rachel Amber dies and Rochelle Allison lives. So that I may earn my freedom, earn back my true identity, and earn back the life I deserve to resume.

My first mission entering the country was to enter the refugee area of Copacabana near the Bolivian/Peruvian border and on the coast of Lake Titicaca. Where refugees from the war had gathered under the protection of the South American Chrysalis military. The corporation of Chrysalis was international and divided into three common branches: military, science, and Administration. Which is how the South American region gets it's own division the way North America does.

This covert operation I had been assigned to involved infiltrating the city as an American tourist dressed in Bolivian clothing. They had put me in a dress in Bolivian fashion to blend in with the crowds in markets I'd been wondering at. I stepped inside one of the huts to look at a few items while waiting for further instruction from Cayce who had gone undercover as well. I had also gone with Captain Cage and the rest of his team who hand located themselves at a base somewhere on the border. This was an individual job Cayce and I had been doing for them.

"Rachel, this is Cayce. Please respond. Over."

"This is Rachel," I say on comm. "I copy. Over."

"Can you ID your location?"

"I'm in the markets of Copacabana. Why?"

"Intel just leaked from one of our loyalist scouts that Alvarez was spotted at the Eastern end of Copacabana. That's where you'll need to be."

"The eastern end? That's where all the fighting is taking place, right? What exactly is this Alvarez character doing there?"

"No clue. But there should be a military truck on it's way to the markets that can actually take you there. Keep an eye out. If you see it. You'll need to board it to reach the target. And remember, Rachel. Do not address yourself to your real ID. You must call yourself by your alias. You don't want to blow your cover. Cayce out."

Well, this recon mission just gets better already. I just laugh in the face of danger when it comes to 007 super spy tropes. Better keep an eye open for that truck. Otherwise, I would've failed this assignment already.

I could overhear radio chatter from the roof of the hut of Bolivian troops fighting the insurgents. There had been a group of soldiers posted above the hut listening in on the communication channels. Aware of their units under fire from El Eterno forces. I take a look at a blanket in the shopping hut when mingling inside. I unfold the blanket to observe the design of the product. Then a small voice was heard next to me.

"That one is my favorite," said the small voice.

I turn my head to my right to see a little girl who looked no younger than ten sitting down in a corner next to the counter. She spoke in a young Hispanic accent for a Bolivian girl and looked nice and innocent for a young refugee. She had also been referring to the blanket I looked at when she said it was her favorite.

"It makes your eyes twinkle," she continued.

"Does it now?" I asked.

I put the blanket away a walked up to the juvenile before me.

"Half price if you buy two," said the girl.

"Wow."

The girl's English was pretty decent for the first Bolivian I had spoken to. I walk up to the desk where the girl runs up behind the counter to be my cashier. I was starting to like her already.

"You again?" I question. "Is this your store?"

The girl giggled.

"No, my father's," she answered.

"How much?"

"Eight hundred pesos, please."

"Eight hundred pesos?"

"Okay, okay. For you, five-fifty."

"Incredible. So...does your father usually leave you here alone?"

"No, he's away fighting the rebels."

The girl pointed at a picture frame of her father. Her dad appeared to be a middle aged man wearing a Chrysalis military jacket. It must be hard for her to have family out there fighting war.

"Oh. The Bolivian army called him up, did they?"

"He's a captain in the army."

"Really? Well...if it was my choice, I wouldn't leave you here alone. What's your name by the way?"

"Nina. What's yours?"

"Rochelle. You can call me Rochelle. You have a nice name, Nina."

I empty my pockets to pay for the blanket. I was given some pesos incase I needed money for a certain situation. I probably shouldn't spend it on an expensive blanket, but it isn't like I needed it for anything else anyhow. I put all the money on the counter for Nina to collect.

"Alright, that's three hundred...," I say emptying my money.

"Better deal," said Nina. "Four hundred pesos, plus Charcas."

Nina had noticed the Charcas figurine I brought with me. It was to be my Bolivian souvenir. No way I'm giving that away.

"Ha, you don't want this," I said. "It's broken. See?"

"You don't know the story? The Charcas were part of the Inca Empire and-"

"And the Inca Empire was once ruled by the great Pachacuti. The one who began the far-reaching expansion commanding Sapa Inca."

"Hmm, interesting."

"Anyway, it's not for sale."

I look behind Nina and see the truck Cayce mentioned on comms driving behind the hut. Definitely my cue to move out.

"Right on time," I say. "Okay, look. Six hundred pesos. You can keep the change."

I pay for the blanket with all the pesos I had left, take the souvenir with me, and rush out of the hut.

"Hey wait!" Nina called. "Hey, you need a guide."

"Oh? And what'll that cost me?" I question.

The girl smiles and chuckles. I give her a smile back to play around with her. I'm liking Nina already.

I follow the girl through a crowd of Bolivian refugees and soldiers across the markets. The markets had huts that sold jewelry, clothing, pottery, blankets and carpets, fruit and vegetable crops, and food as well. I can smell meat cooking on grills and hanging on sticks. Made me hungry.

Touring this place reminded me of the tour through Paris my parents and I took during our trip to France. Still remember the picture we took of us smiling in front of the Eiffel Tower. We got to frame it on the wall at my house in Arcadia Bay.

I could still see the truck driving past the market. Looked like it was making a stop for the exit to deliver a shipment of some kind. I peek through a pottery hut. Need to be on that truck before it goes. I take a picture of the truck with my smart phone to remember what it looked like.

"So, your Charcas?" Nina said, interrupting my shot. "How much for it, really?"

Nina had blocked my view and ended smiling for the camera in the shot. At least I got a clear shot of the truck. Too bad it ended up looking more like a friendly selfie. No thanks to Nina harassing me about the stupid Charcas souvenir."

"Not for sale," I said firmly."

I then walk through the crowd proceeding through the markets. I had scoot my way through some people to make way. I politely say "excuse me" or rather "disculpe" in their language to walk through with manners. Then Nine budges through me and bumps past me. Felt like she reached for my pocket for something. I check my pocket and it was empty. And I knew clearly what she pick-pocketed.

I march toward the Bolivian girl, clear my throat, and grab her by the shoulder to look me in the eye. She put her hands behind her back and smiles innocently.

"What?" Nina said coyly.

"Don't get me wrong," I said. "Decent technique on the lift. But I'd like my Charcas back. Please?"

Nina sighed.

"Fine," she whined.

Nina respectfully handed over the figurine and I take it back from her with ease. I scoffed.

"A for effort, kid," I said.

Nina continues following me through the crowd. I eventually reach the exit that is where the truck is parked near a bridge that would take me to the fighting. There were soldiers near the truck guarding it. The small girl grabs my hand to stop me.

"People aren't allowed across the bridge," said Nina. "It's too dangerous."

I grab onto Nina and we talk somewhere behind a corner where we're not seen.

"Listen, Nina," I say. "It's been really fun. But you need to make yourself scarce."

"I have a spare bed in the store," said Nina. "Three hundred pesos. Best deal in all of Bolivia."

"Ah, okay. No thanks. I need to get on this truck."

"Bad idea. El Eterno, they hurt people."

"Listen, I need to help my friend, okay? Tell you what. When I get back, pizza's on me. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good."

I shake Nina hand to make our deal. I still needed a way past the guards. I stay hidden behind the corner. Then the little minion runs off and calls out for the guards. I snap back at Nina and tell her to wait, but too late. Her diversion is already in motion.

"Senior! Senior!" She shouts at the guard speaking spanish. "¡Mi papa! Estábamos comiendo helado y no puedo encontrarlo! No puedo llegar a casa sin él. (My dad! We were eating ice cream and I can't find him!)

"Está bien. Está bien. (It's okay. It's okay,)" said the guard. "Que pasó? (What happened?)"

As soon as the guard is distracted by Nina who drags him away from his post by his hand, I quickly but carefully sneak past the guards and hop into the trunk of the truck carrying cargo. Where I can hide myself in until I'm in the war zone. Then the truck starts driving again leaving the refugee camp.

I peak above the tailgate of the truck to Nina pretending she found her father and dismissing the guard back to his post. Then waves at me from a distance and smiles. Wishing me good luck on this recon mission. I return her the smile and wave as I'm now entering the danger zone of Copacabana. Where I would first meet Cayce at a rendezvous point in the city. Where we'd hope to find Alvarez. And succeed.