"You’ll help?  Great!" Stacey said, finally smiling.  "We knew we could count on you.  Please kneel." <BR>
    As you get down on your knees, she pulls a sword from under a mattress.  Tapping you on both shoulders with the blade,
    she mutters some words in Hebrew, and tells you to rise. <BR>
     "It’s done.  You’re one of us.  Now, you can’t go on this mission under your own name.  It would be too dangerous for
     you in real life when this is over if any of the splinter group’s minions escape.  We need a new cover name for you,
     a name that you shall be known by here after among The Order."<BR>
    "Too cool!  A code name!"<BR>
    "It has already been chosen.  From this day forth, you shall be known among our secret ranks as... The Shrubbery!"<BR>
    You look at Stacey.<BR>
    "You’re kidding, right?"<BR>
    "What, you got something against shrubberys?"<BR>
    You roll your eyes.  "It’s not exactly awe-inspiring."<BR>
    "Count yourself lucky.  The last person to take this job got stuck with the name Expendable Lad."<BR>
    "What happened to him?"<BR>
    "Uh... enough chit-chat.  We’re wasting valuable time.  Our agents have produced several leads.  It’s up to you to
    decide which to follow."<p>

    If you decide to check out the spot Mike disappeared, go to <a href="wpt1.htm">Waypoint #1 at
N 45o 49.930 W 65o 38.179</a><BR>
    If you want to get information from another member of The Order at a local coffee house, got to <a href="wpt2.htm">Waypoint
    #2 at N 45o 49.980 W 65o 38.210 </a><BR>
    If you want to meet a mysterious contact that says he has information, got to <a href="wpt3.htm">Waypoint #3 at N 45o 49.997
    W 65o 38.169</a><BR>