LatAm Brigade Headquarters

Location: Cajón del Maipo

El Cajón del Maipo, a beautiful and quiet place, where the most courageous souls would challenge the virtues of the mother nature, by making long walk trips, extreme sports and another eco-turístical activities.

Its complicated geography makes it the perfect place to challenge your mind and body, but besides, it was the proper place to relax down and forget the disturbing and endless noise of the city.

In these places, there's no house or cabin where do live any people, but sometimes, life can bring you surprises, surprises of every kind.

Like this one.

A flying object was about to descend on the terrains covered of dust and minced stones. The object was made of a stainless dark green iron like a garden under the rain, the form it had was like an hybrid mix of a 50's Lockheed and a war helicopter, its windows had an orange shining. At the top of this object, a few propellers were spinning fast, but they were losing speed while the vehicle was about to land over the soil.

"Bluejay to Rassler?" asked a voice inside the vehicle, the voice sound like a hipster on his 20's. "Bluejay to Rassler, do you copy?"

"Rassler, Bluejay?" asked puzzled another voice. This one sounded bolder and emphatic than the previous voice.

The young voice replied, while laughing, "It's me, Mordecai."

"Mordy, i think we don't have codenames yet, ...I don't think it's meaningful at all" responded the other voice. "Just land that art war helicopter right here and don't get out of it until my signal."

"Understood" responded Mordecai.

The vehicle landed into the zone, and its motors stopped being in motion. After eight seconds of silence, the ground went down with the vehicle while two gates were closing slowly the hole where the vehicle entered.

The platform was descending slowly, with a sound that could be like a sci-fi movie. After a half-minute, the platform finally descend into it's (change this to "its") original position, shrouded in darkness.

However, it wouldn't last long. The spotlights came on and broke through the darkness, except for the lower part of the plane-helicopter.

Then, a figure appeared. He was a very well-built youngster, with brown short hair, brown eyes and white skin. He was wearing a huaso hat, a poncho, white wristsbands, blue jeans and leather boots. He was the man whom the pilot was talking. This was the young wrestler, Jean Kazuhiza.

"Well, Mordy, you can get out!" ordered Kazuhiza, while crossing his arms and smiled(replace all this with "smiled") while his gaze was directed to the vehicle. The vehicle opened its gates slowly.

Finally, an anthropomorphic bluejay stepped out of the vehicle. It was Mordecai, the resident pilot of the LatAm Brigade. You didn't tell me you were about give me a signal?" he asked, confused.

"I already gave it to you, I told you to get out" said Jean, who was about to chuckle. "Don't get mad at me, because you never asked what kind of signal."

Mordecai just palmed his head.

"Come on, we've got work to do" said Jean as he and Mordecai walked into the base. They headed towards the meeting room, which was mosque-shaped, with a round table, made with the finest and hard cobalt, in the middle of the room.

In the same room, there was an enormous computer with a big screen, and it hadmany buttons and a microphone.

As Jean and Mordecai were about to sit down, three other people walked in: Buck Tuddrusel, the marksman of the LatAm Brigade, Assurancetourix, the resident bard, and Ai Enma, the Hell Girl.

"Hey, Jean!" greeted Tuddrusel with a smile, raising his hand and showing his big teeth. "What's the ruckus?"

"How are you, Buck?" asked Jean. "Where are Dave and the others?"

"They decided to stay with Sportbullet.They just wanted to have a bit of fun" replied Buck, somewhat shy.

"I won't ask nothing in that case" said Jean, standing up from his chair and putting his hands on his hips.

"How's going your girlfriend, the witchling?" asked Assurancetourix, while holding his infamous arp.

Jean sighed in sorrow. "Our relationship goes as always, but lately she's too sensible"

"Sensible, what do you mean with-"

"Menstruation" said Enma, cutting Assourancetourix. "It's something that only girls can understand."

"That's sad, because I was thinking on composing songs about your romance-"

"NO!" snapped Buck and Enma in unison. This made Assurancetourix mutter in anger.

"Cut the crap! Let's watch TV!" said Mordecai. Then he walked to the computer and pressed a few buttons.

The screen entered with static; it was not only a TV set, but also a communicator. Suddenly, the screen finally caught the transmission of a newsreel, showing a female journalist talking word by word.

"We have a report of a woman that has disappeared. There may have beenanother abduction victim on behalf of El Trauco, a being that kidnaps virgin women and seduces them to have relationships with them and leave them pregnant. This adds to a long list of women who have disappeared without a trace. However, none of this has been proved a fact, since the same Trauco is a originary myth of Chiloé. The woman has been not indentify..."

Jean was left in shock upon hearing the word Trauco on his ears. Everysyllable, every consonant, ran through his timpani, and in his mind, it generated a feeling totally crude and horrible. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart started beating like if it wanted to explode for the unbearable fear it was feeling.

"Mordecai, make contact with Sportbullet and call Dave quickly, then prepare our new vehicle!"

Mordecai nodded, accepting the order.

"Assurancetourix, come with me, and prepare your things!" ordered Jean, while walking towards the hangar where Mordecai and he have entered earlier.

"Where are we going?" asked Assurancetourix, scratching his head.

"To the Author Fighters Base" replied Jean looking at his Gaul friend. The other members that were there felt surprised upon Jean's reaction. They never saw their leader, filled with fear and confusion.

Location: F.A.F Base, Los Angeles, California.

Upon arriving the base of the F.A.F., Jean demanded to the leader of the group, DarkPaladinmon, to make a meeting with all the Author Fighters, about the problem they had to deal with it. Jean knew that upon joining this group, besides being leader of the LatAm Brigade, it would bean enormous responsibility on him. With this tragedy occurring in his home country, he wasn't going to allow failure.

The Author Fighters reunited quickly in a crystaline table, each one sat down in their respective chairs.

JC 619, one of Jean's best friends, sat down and shrugged his arms. "Jean, what's going on, what's the idea behind this meeting?"

The Chilean wrestler was standing up, and he was rubbing his head. He was anxious and worried. He knew, after arranging the meeting, that he had to tell them everything, especially the risks.

"Guys, we have bad news" declared Jean as he walked around the table, his voice laced with gloom. "El Trauco is on the loose, and it's kidnapping more virgin women than usual."

"The what?" asked Hurricane's Quill puzzled, who was sitting in the half of the table.

"Trauco?" asked Rook, who was sitting down at Quill's left side.

"And anyone who tries to face it, it might end injured for life or dying trying" added Jean, as he put his right hand over the table.

"Wait a minute, Jean" said Phantos, a white hedgehog, and also another of Jean's friends. "We have no idea what are you talking about, so tell us, what is this Trauco we're talking right now?"

A few seconds of silence ensued.

"Phantos, what you're about to listen, is nothing compared to what you or anyone of the Author Fighters or our alllies had faced before and believe when I tell you that the chances to survive this are few." replied Jean.

"El Trauco, it's a demon of short height, who has feet made of stump and a cone-shaped hat. He wields a magic stick known as Pahueldún, and also an axe made of stone, which it's said that he's capable of cut down a tree with only three swings."

Jean stopped walking as he turned to the Authors.

"But, El Trauco is mostly known for abducting virgin women whom he sees to have relationships with them, his victims are left with a few wounds due to his physiology and if it's told that if the woman gets pregnant and no one knows who's the father, it's because of el Trauco."

Some of the Authors talked to each other; some of them are just silent, realizing that what Jean said is a very shocking truth.

"However, according to the reports of the news and other sources, el Trauco it's only seducting them and taking them to it's hideout, and to make things worse is that there's now a fatal victim" added Jean.

DarkPaladinmon nodded before he stood up and walked over to Jean with a stern expression. Then, he put his hand on his shoulder. "Jean, you know this monster better than the rest of us. You'll take over as leader for this mission."

Jean looked at him with shock, but he nodded. "Thank you, chief."

"So, what's the plan?" asked JC while relaxing within his chair.

"We'll only take men to this mission"

"Just men?" asked confused Kitten Hachi-chan. "Why, Jean, why girls can't be with you guys in this mission?"

"We know how to take care of each other and ourselves!" added PhoenixofDarkness.

"Girls, the best you can do is to stay here, you'll be safer here if you're out of this, if anyone of you gets pregnant because of El Trauco, it would be my fault." said Jean sternly.

"Well, that's it, tomorrow we'll go to Chiloé, which it's located at the south of my country" ordered Jean. "So, prepare your bags and recruit allies who have expertise in magic and mythology".

They nodded and left the room to make preparations. However, there was one member that stayed behind. MistressofDawn, also known as Dawn to her friends, looked at Jean.

"Jean, just because there's a risk of any of the girls of the F.A.F. getting pregnant by El Trauco, you're putting us away from this mission?" she asked with her eyebrow raised as they walked down the hallway.

"Believe me, Dawn" replied Jean sighing. "You don't want to go to this mission. Besides, if I let you go with us, Jiro would kill me and turn me into his lunch of revenge." Jean added joking.

"Well, even if you don't let me go, at least could let know more about this Trauco?" she asked grabbing Jean's hand.

The wrestler looked at her comrade for a while, gazing at her eyes, which reflected desire and will.

Jean palmed his head knowing that she won't convince her to desist.

"Ok, Lobita" replied Jean, before groaning. "I hope you don't get nightmares just for talking about it."