Summer Island (John Summers/GM)

[Lucien DeChain]

Off the coast of Long Beach, there is a small island by the name of Avalon. Before the bombing it was an island resort, with tourists coming from around the world to rest, relax and soak up the sun.

Now it is not known what has become of the small, isolated island, with no boats coming to or from the island to supply it. Is it desirable anymore, without the resorts and the tourist trade keeping it afloat? Is it unguarded... or has it become a fortress?

Who would be brave enough to test the waters?

[John]

John Summers would. Bringing with him only two of Asiv's Guardians. Sora and Loke. Loyal to Asiv and all three men wearing ballistics masks designed however they wanted, while John's own mask looked like a fox, Loke's looked like a lion, or possibly a baboon, John couldn't really tell and never asked. Sora's mask appeared closer to that of a hooded skull.

Sora would be rowing the boat at this point, it had taken hours to get this close with a slow approach especially since this was a night mission. Using the stars to stay on course and keep their slow approach. Now at night they where rowing fast, attempting to catch the current and tide of waves to shore. John and Loke where on lookout trying to make sure they weren't spotted or being watched.

[Lucien DeChain]

John and the others, while approaching, could see that they could choose to dock at two ports:

The first seemed to be for the resort area, there was not many boats nearby and the resort looked dark.

The second was a dock completely surrounded by boats, mostly decrepit and unmanned. Looked more like a trade port. It also looked mostly dark, though there was the glow of a lamp shining through a little hut on the docks.

They haven't been spotted yet.

[John]

"Flare... The boat house has a dim light."

John would give the signal to head to the resort docks. Once they got close they would drift to the docks and lay low on the boat keeping one lookout high enough to see if anyone as walking around. If all went smooth they'd tie to the docks and exit the boat and find some cover to get oriented.

[Lucien DeChain]

John and co would find that no one was even paying attention to the docks on this side. Seeing as there was no one around, the most obvious source of light and sound was that of the resort hotels. One such hotel, bright lights and loud music played. It looked like a party.

[John]

Summers would look to those he was with.

"Look after this dock and our escape route if shit goes south. See if we can get a better boat too, I'd rather us not have to escape piled on this little shit again."

John would pull the mask from his head and clip it to his belt as he'd head to the resort building.

[Lucien DeChain]

As John approaches the resort, he can see some pretty strange and interesting things illuminated in the night by the dim light of the party. Decapitated heads stuck on top of tiki torches lined the path to the main entrance. From what John could see, the first few floors were dimmed. It was only the top floors, where the penthouses were, where the lights and sounds were coming from.

The main entrance is just ahead, seemingly unlocked and unguarded.

[John]

So, John didn't like the look of this. He'd grab his mask and put it on as he approached the entrance, pulling his hammer from the magnetic back plate and hold it at the ready.

John would get tot he door, and open it slowly sticking so he could see in as the door opened.

[Lucien DeChain]

The sound of the creaking door echoed lazily through the night air, and as John entered he would notice a lobby.

The main floor was dark. There seemed to be no one around, and John would be able to see two staircases on either side of the lobby, with two elevators in the middle.

[John]

John would creep to the staircases to check those out. No reason to be too much of a show off and try the elevators. John however would check to see if there was any sign of electricity running through the elevators.

He made assumptions on some sort of back up generators.

[Lucien DeChain]

His assumptions seem to be correct! The elevators are in working order. That explains the lights he saw from the penthouse.

Stairs! Stairs are nice, aren't they? This stairwell in particular is concrete, and goes all the way up to the penthouses, or down a few floors to maintenance. Any sound made will echo like a boss in here.

[John]

John would head down to maintenance keeping his hammer close to his body and in hand, trying to keep his steps silent as best he could.

[Lucien DeChain]

The maintenance room was a large concrete room, with rows of machines letting out soft humming. Over the din of the machines, John would be able to hear a person snoring.

The room is dark. The air is somewhat more humid than the lobby. Hallways to the left, and across the room straight ahead.

[John]

John decided to begin raising the temperature as he approached in the maintanence room searching for the snoring person. Keeping his movements soft, slow, and full of meaning. John would also keep his hammer close still. Taking in a breath and then releasing it smoke, literal smoke would come from his mouth as the temperature would go up ten degrees.

The humid air was like home.

Current Temperature: +10

[Lucien DeChain]

The sleeping man starts to cough and stir, but he is still snoozing, albeit a little hotter than he would like.

John must be in fairly close proximity to the sleeping man if the smoke could reach him that fast, so he must be... Yes!

John spots him, snoozing away, on the blind side of a laundry machine. The snoring is pretty loud, and in the darkness you can't make out anything other than the fact that the man is sleeping, slouched backwards in a lawnchair.