Geno no no no you don't.

New York City circa 2072. Nighttime. Another day of the week.
 
If we can make it here, we can make it anywhere. Got a little work in out in the front range last month. Just by happenstance. We're glad it happened, and we saw the first real live action.
 
The trip from there to NYC was filled with exciting ideas crazy complicated thoughts and horrific night terrors. Scarlet and the Sprite had maybe some of our first real things to think about. Tactics and other combat ideas were mulled over and over until there is a consensus about how to deal with getting into and winning what looks to be some of the craziest battles. Unspeakable insanity. Things only seen in the worse of nightmares we thought about.
 
Holy Harlem!! This place is a maze of roads and one-way streets blocked off alleys with things best left unsaid never mention unseen. My idea of Scarlet Sprite protector of innocents needs to be evaluated. As we cruise around getting some trial by fire of what it's like to be here in NYC. Somehow by accident no doubt. Pull over to puke. I mean stretch. When no sooner do I get it all out I hear screams from across the street at some dark old warehouse.
 
Is that a tree? That woman is just smashing the snot from that guy. A scene I've seen play out dozens of times on dozens of corners and alleys tonight. Roles reserved or not? It's the big tree makes me decide not to leave. Onto Dragon and over to the door we go. We'll go ahead and roll up on them and tell them. "You better have a good reason for ......"
 
Onto the after party!
 
Somehow, we let this Doc getaway. Not that he is faster or better just the way things are? Can't win them all? After returning to the warehouse. The tree and the woman are coming out as we skid to a stop. They seem intact physically and have some things it looks like they are taking. Won't mention that. Beating people up and taking their stuff. Not after we took those things from the burning bookstore a few weeks back. As an aside we still haven't gotten any better idea of what those books are about or what the bottle of blue liquid is.
 
Soon after the walking oak ask's what's my name. "I'm the Scarlet Sprite protector of innocents." Which always comes out sounding like protector of innocence with my backwoods accent. The woman with the strange dialect reports the tree is called Timber. Can't help myself but think that is the best. She says she is Honey badger. They ask for a ride. No way? Are you kidding? The tree is so big it needs a logging truck to haul it around. "Sorry you can get on, but Timber needs a truck." No way can a bike haul that much deadwood. I mean weight? They acknowledge as much and report they have a place. She says they have to change forms and then they can get transport from here. Once Honey Badger gives me the address. We drive off into the night and to a fresh start. While we can't transform, we understand having two parts to me now. Scarlet and the Sprite. ~Scarlet Sprite!