A small village at the border of Espertingonzia and Mandelovia.
As the unusually (for them) brightly garbed Vanguard team made their way across the border, they were greeted by an astonishing sight.
Huge banners hung down from the buildings reading "Welcome Vanguard!" and "Mandelovia Loves You!"
"They're here! The Vanguard!" cried out one of the villagers. Within moments, the Vanguardians were swarmed with Mandelovian citizens, embracing them, shaking hands, and giving them signs of approval.
Something's not right here, Chance thought to himself.
The bewildered Vanguard members were taken completely by surprise. A brass band began playing. A number of beautiful Mandelovian women then approached the group, placing wreaths around their necks and kissing them on the cheek. "Mandelovia welcomes you." They said in unison.
"Hey, working with you guys might not be so bad after all." Ozzy Baxter said with a large grin on his face. He looked left and was met with a cold stare from Grimm. The grin vanished.
"Dammit. . ." Chance muttered to himself.
"What? What is it?" Phil asked.
"That bastard. D'Goon. He told them we were defecting!" The Swede replied with building anger in his voice.
