Cayo Norte Island, 30 miles off the coast of Puerto Rico, May 10th, 1999:

His team cleared another room on their way towards one of the outlying buildings in this God forsaken place. They had come here to execute a raid on this illegal lab and transit hub trafficking people and mutants, they expected stiff resistance from the guards, but nothing like this. It was like a warzone. These perps had some serious firepower with them, he had faced off against Cartel thugs before but the worst they had was a couple Ak-47s or submachine guns. These guys had pre-set machine gun emplacements and RPGS. For God's sake, they blew up the Chinooks we came in on. During the briefing he wondered why an anti-human trafficking task force included military personnal and even Captain America himself, as military forces are barred from directly engaging in law enforcement operations. But now he was eternally thankful for them, as he might be able to see his wife and little boy again. His team opened a door and made their way across a high gangway towards one of their priority targets, the building that was reported to house the various people that were being trafficked and experimented on. They were halfway across when some purple freak on a glider came soaring at them with the glider's guns blazing strafing the gangway, trying to drive them away from the building. His partner Daniels raised his m4 and started firing at the freak when his team leader Polaski started yelling, "We got to get off this gangway"!

I searched for any sort of cover or a nearby outcropping that we could jump on. The freak came back around for another pass. The bullets whiz past my head. I barely manage to duck in time for the freak's strafing run. Then I saw it. The roof of a lower portion of the target building. I couldn't believe my luck, it even had an easy access inside with a glass panel. I yelled, "Boss, there is a rooftop about a dozen feet below us on the right side! We can rappel down and get inside!"

He responded, "Then what are you ladies waiting for! Let's get out of this kill zone!". Half of us hooked ourselves up to the right side railing of the gangway as the rest provided us cover fire. I yelled to Daniels, "You go first, I'll cover you"!

Het and the first half rappelled down safely under our cover fire. The freak came back for another pass. The bullets barely missed me again but my comrades aren't so lucky. Takanawa took a round to the neck and Ortiz' vest saved him but energy from the shot knocked him over the left hand railing, falling to his death. Missing the roof entirely. I hooked myself to the line hoping to get down before the purple goblin looking freak came back. I pushed myself off the gangway to get down when I saw him again right in front of me. I underestimated how quick his turn radius was. But again as if I had my own Angel watching out for me, I was saved again. The glider's gun jammed. I started counting my blessings but then the freak rammed me and knocked me off the rope. I began free falling. seconds seemed to last an eternity. The next thing I know I'm crashing through a window and hitting the ground hard. I struggle to regain my breath. I roll on to my gut to try and bring myself to my feet. I can't let the pain stop me. I see an examination table in front of me, too small for an adult or even a child. I said, "Oh my God, they're experimenting on babies".

I began making my way to the table and I saw a red-haired baby girl who can't be older than 6 or 7months who looked at me with something that can only be described as a mixture of fear and hope. I took off my cover in order to calm her and said while holding her, " It's going to be alright mija, I won't let anything happen to you. I swear it". The whir of a jet turbine soon appears. I grabbed the girl and drew my sidearm. The goblin freak was back. But something was different, even beneath the mask I can tell it was shocked and began panicking, it yelled, "GIVE ME THE BABY NOW"!

I responded with "OVER MY DEAD BODY"!

The freak came at me. I qucikly ducked and rolled beneath the glider. Doing the best to make sure the baby wasn't hurt. My mind raced as evaded, "I have to end this soon, or we're both dead". I quickly raised my sidearm praying as I aimed it at the freak's head, "God of my forefathers, Jehovah of Armies, let me save this innocent and let my hand be the instrument of your Divine justice and protection". As the goblin turned to face me again I pulled the trigger and the hammer of my 1911A1 fell. It fired and the round hit the goblin straight between the eyes. Dropping the freak in second. The glider flew wild barely managing to avoid crashing to them. The baby began crying. I quickly holstered my gun and said, "It's alright mija, I'm here. So long as I am around, nothing bad will ever happen to you".

Which seemed to calm her. Baby in arm, I start making my way to a computer in the corner of the room. I began searching to see if it had any information that might help us find her family in the future. Though a part of me wanted to adopt her. She would never be able to replace the daughter I lost, but every child deserves the chance of a good life. But as I looked, it became clear. The bastards wiped almost everything from the computer. The only thing left was a single file named "Project Aranche". I looked around for any other information but the thing left was a label on clipboard with the same project name but includes a name, of sorts. A simple designation, "PX-1". I turned my head towards the tugging I felt on my uniform and caught her green blue eyes looking into my own. I said, "You don't look like a PX-1, I think I'll name you Maya. You look like a Maya".

At the new name Maya giggled, showing her own approval.