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*****Ranger: Chapter One*****
Dear Miss Kayla Richards,
Congratulations on your admission into Rangers International! I hope you will prove a valuable addition to our organization. The personal information you provided has been submitted to our records (in accordance with Swiss law §147.5.1 and applicable local statutes) and processed successfully. You have been partnered with a senior Ranger for the duration of your training, after which you may request a continuing partnership or a different partner for future assignments. Your senior Ranger’s name is ERIN GUILLORY. They will be calling on you on a date of availability previously specified by you:
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2013 9:00 AM
At which point you will report for training. You have been assigned a training area, which is GRID NE81, REGION 6.Your senior Ranger can provide the names of your Field Manager and Regional Director. The content of your training is covered in the included booklet. Your included uniforms have been provided in the size you indicated. You will not be charged for them until successful completion of your training.
Once again, congratulations on your admission. I hope you enjoy a long and fruitful tenure with Rangers International.
Respectfully yours,
Cyrielle Fournier
Director, Rangers International
Kayla laid face-down on her bed, reading the letter again and grinning madly. When she got to the end she set it down and picked up the beret that rested on top of her perfectly ironed and folded uniforms, running her fingers along the flash with its single silver bar running up and down. She bounced herself off her bed and got an annoyed squawk in response. Her combusken tried to reposition himself on the bed, tossing and turning as he did.
“How can you sleep?” she asked, putting the beret back on her nightstand. “We get to meet Erin Guillory! We get to train with her! The legend herself! We’ve got the biggest day of our lives tomorrow and all you can do is sleep?”
Combusken pointed to the moon in the sky through the window over the bed. Kayla scoffed and went around her room, checking for the third time that she had packed absolutely everything on a long checklist that rested on her otherwise-bare desk. When she was satisfied that her life had been neatly stored in the backpack by the door, she begrudgingly turned out the light and crawled into bed, mind still racing.
Her alarm went off at dawn and her hand snapped to the clock to silence it. Kayla leapt out of bed, once again displacing her combusken, who quickly scurried under the now-empty covers while she flung the curtains open and turned on the lights. The brightness stung her eyes but she kept on with her routine, jumping into her bathroom and getting the shower going. She bundled up her pajamas in a pile by the door and hopped in before the water had a chance to heat up. When she finished she cut the water, tiptoed over to the towels on the far side of the bathroom, and wrapped herself up to dry, scrubbing at her hair and face. The towels fell on the floor beside the pajamas as she went back into her room and unfolded the clothes that she had laid out two weeks ago. She slipped on the snug top, black leggings and socks, but paused at the jacket.
It was a simple red jacket—or it looked as much from the outside. It was lightweight, all-weather but breathable, with soft black pads on the shoulders and several cleverly hidden pockets inside and out. A hood was curled up inside the neck, which could go all the way up to her chin or fold down as simple lapels. Her last name was stitched above the right breast pocket, and on the sleeve was a Rangers flash sewn just below the shoulder. Small hooks and loops around the waist allowed for even more storage, and the shoulder pads functioned as epaulettes with her half-fingerless gloves tucked securely under them.
Now or later…she wanted desperately to put it on, as she had several times in the privacy of her room over the past two weeks, but set it down. Hair and face first.
An hour of flat ironing later, her hair was still a mess, and she frowned and tied it back in frustration. Her hands shook from excitement all the while she was applying her makeup, and after several tries she finished and went to wake up combusken.
“Come on honey, we’ve got a big day.”
His reply was a quick snap of his beak.
“I’ve got food,” she said, hanging on the last word.
He grumbled but slipped out of the bed, blinking rapidly and bumping into Kayla’s leg. She led him out of her bedroom and into her house’s upstairs hallway, past the closet and her parents’ room and down the stairs, skipping the one that squeaked near the bottom. Sunlight was starting to spill in through the windows and the birds chirped as she opened one in the kitchen. She put a light on and took some food out of the fridge.
Combusken watched lazily from his spot under the dining room table while Kayla floated around the kitchen, cooking up their breakfast and humming all the while. Before she was done he had to relocate to keep the early sun out of his eyes, and eventually he went into the kitchen to wait for his food. Kayla nudged him away to get to the plates.
“All right, all right…greedy little chicken. Do you want any eggs?”
He nodded and she cut the scrambled eggs in two, putting half on his plate and half on hers. She put a bit of hickory-smoked bacon and sausage on both plates and took a bagel for herself. Combusken scurried at her feet until she set his plate down next to the table and tore into his breakfast as Kayla yanked her hand away to keep it attached to her arm. She sat down and dug in herself, looking over some of her orientation material that she had left on the table the night before.
She heard shuffling upstairs as she was picking at the last of her eggs. Her mother came down the stairs in her bathrobe, rubbing sleep out of her eyes and shuffling into the dining room. She tried to step past combusken, but he jumped up and rubbed along her leg anyway, making her grimace.
“Hello, Azar. I see you still haven’t realized that I’m allergic to you. Good morning, sweetie.”
“Hey mom,” Kayla said, not looking up from her booklet.
“You’re up early. I don’t think I’ve seen you awake before ten since you graduated.”
“I’m heading out today, remember? I have to go at, like, nine.”
“Oh, that’s today. Well, wait for your father to get up before you go, he’ll want to see you off.”
Kayla looked at the clock. It was almost a quarter to eight.
“How much longer is he going to sleep? You guys are usually up early enough to play Reveille.”
“Don’t worry, we won’t make you late,” she said, plucking a sausage from Kayla’s plate. “You have to leave at nine?”
“I’m getting picked up at nine.”
“Where are you going?”
Kayla sighed. “The grid I got assigned to is upstate, in Lewis County. I know I told you all this already. We’ll be training for six months or so.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t keep all the minutiae of your life straight in my head. I have other people in this house to think about, too. Just call every now and then so we know you’re alive.”
“I’ll do what I can.”
Her mother busied herself making breakfast for everyone else while Kayla emptied her plate onto Azar’s under the table, unable to sit still any longer. She got up and washed her dishes, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she did. Azar teetered over to the sink, rubbing his stomach with one talon and holding his plate up with the other.
“You wolfed it down too fast, didn’t you?”
Azar grumbled.
“Go lie down on the couch, then. I’ll wake you up before we leave.”
He walked away once Kayla took his plate and clambered onto the couch in the living room. More sunlight was beginning to filter through the window over the sink. Bits of frost lingered on the outside of the glass, spiraling inwards from the edges. The grass outside swayed left and right with the blusters of the wind. A few straggling geese milled about, picking at scraps on the lawn before taking flight and soaring on the gusts.
Erin Guillory has a talonflame, Kayla thought, scrubbing at the plate with a sponge. Avis. I hope it’s not a problem that Azar is similar.
“Isn’t that hot?” her mother asked. Kayla looked down and snapped back to the world, particularly the hot water running over her idle hands.
“Ah, shit!”
She yanked her hands away and shoved them under her arms, letting the plate clatter into the sink. Kayla pushed past her mother, worked the refrigerator door open with her foot, and wrapped her hands around a cold bottle of water.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Don’t swear.”
She shot her mother an incredulous look as Azar wandered back into the kitchen, attracted by the commotion. When he saw that everything had calmed down he went back to his cushion.
“Thanks for the concern, featherhead,” Kayla said, leaning against the refrigerator. She looked at her watch; eight o’clock.
“Do you have everything you need?” her mother asked.
Kayla hissed through her teeth. Deep down she know that everything was neatly packed in her backpack upstairs, but the question had set her mind gnawing at itself.
“Let me check. Again.”
She set the water down and went upstairs, nudging Azar’s pillow when she passed through the living room. Her room had been reduced to a stark shadow of its usual self, with bare shelves and light spots on the wall where her posters had hung. Kayla brought her backpack to her desk and methodically emptied each pocket, checking off each item from a clean copy of her checklist from a desk drawer. When she was sure everything that should have been there was there, and nothing was missing from the checklist, she packed everything up once more and picked it up by the straps to get a feel for the weight.
“Kayla, finish your dishes, I’m not going to have them sit there for six months.”
“Fine, I’m coming down. Not like you could take two minutes out of your very busy schedule of homemaking to wash a dish…”
Kayla held some quiet pride over her unusually good hearing; her mother’s was better. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” There’s something supernatural there, there has to be.
She zipped up the last compartment and trudged back downstairs, passing her mother on the landing.
“I’m going to get cleaned up. Don’t leave before we see you.”
“All right, all right.”
Azar was still asleep on his pillow. Kayla rolled her eyes and went back into the kitchen, finished washing their dishes and balanced them on the rack. As she stopped the water, her ears pricked up at the sound of a car door slamming shut.
Her phone buzzed lightly in her pocket. It was nine o’clock. Her stomach had just enough time to drop into her stomach before the doorbell rang.
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