ENNEA- DISCOVERY PARK WILDERNESS<br/><br/><br/>Amidst the lights of the theme park at sunset, a helicopter soared overhead.  Just one more light in a forest of lights.  To those with eyes to see, the park was a blight on the landscape, spreading an indefinable corruption, as if it was never meant to exist.  Constructed in the exuberance of the 90s, Discovery World hadn't been a total failure.  It had simply been an environmental disaster.  That disaster, however, had created many unique opportunities, for those willing to exploit potential assets.<br/><br/>The helicopter circled around and focused an array of infrared instruments on the preserved part of the park, finding the usual collection of hikers, naturalists, and horny teenagers.  Yet, they also focused on their agent in the field, as her night vision goggles provided them with footage of the surface.<br/><br/>Ennea made her way through the swamp, slightly annoyed at the pair of goggles around her neck, giving off just enough light to give her position away.  Her eyes could see fine under these conditions. and she somewhat resented the extra risk.  Ennea was a short girl, just barely over five feet, quite well proportioned for her small size.  Her black hair was short and curly, completely concealed under her combat helmet.  The helmet itself had another infrared scope mounted on it, for no other purpose than for the benefit of her masters.  Or more precisely, her Master.  Ennea fingered the Kevlar collar locked around her neck, knowing that it was there to protect her from vampire bites, yet also remembering the small amounts of plastic explosive on the inner surface of the collar.  It wasn't designed to be removed while she was alive.<br/><br/>Ennea and her combat armor walked deeper into the swamp, as she informed the crew on the helicopter that she hadn't seen anything.  Her fingers idly crept down to the SOCOM pistol strapped to her chest just below the armored plate which bound her breasts, It had taken a great deal of effort to teach delicate little hands to handle a high caliber pistol, but the result had been a deadly and unobtrusive killing machine.  A second pistol rested in a holster on her thigh, with the silencers for both pistols locked on top of another armor plate on her hip.<br/><br/>A cold wind blew across the estuary, as Ennea steeped into a bank of mud, her guardian angel floating through the sky and watching her every move.  Waiting for the so-called "Discovery Park Horror" to reveal itself.