[Warning: Magic does not exist in this universe, to allow for use of your magic skills, the system will disguise it. Anyone who witnesses your magic will believe it to be a superpower.]
-August 23rd 1962 Somewhere in South Pacific Ocean, Incredibles Universe-
The fact that the company's headquarters is on a remote island, located in international waters, reminds me of the VILE academy.
While planning the way to the island, I looked through all the documents I was able to gather about the company, which was very little. Although I discovered that they sell weapons and military equipment around the world and that they own a private military group, there was no information about the founder of the company.
Rumor is that he is less than thirty years old and a genius inventor.
When I attempted to get in touch with him through the company, they stonewalled me. Said that the only government employees who get to meet with him were high level members, not some junior analyst.
So here I am. In a boat I chartered from Guam, using all of the savings under my cover identity, heading east toward Nomanisan island.
While I could have flown to the island from Guam, it would have taken a long time to reach it and the technology level here is far more advanced than the Strike Witches Universe. I could not risk the chance of being detected in the air before I reached the Island.
Thus the plan is to take the boat as close as I can to the island before swimming the rest of the way. I acquired some scuba gear from Guam and a dry bag to keep all my gadgets safe.
Should I be immediately discovered by water patrols, I also have my striker unit in a large duffle bag ready to make a quick run to the beach. But I would rather be undetected for as long as I can so, lets hope it doesn't come to that.
-1 hour later-
I can finally see the island on the horizon. There is definitely a volcano on the island, but I don't see any evidence of facilities existing on the island. I might be too far out... should try to get closer.
- 1 1/2 hours later-
Having gotten closer I can finally see some man-made structures and... wow. Whoever this founder is... he is definitely ambitious. But I'm also getting bad guy vibes.
I have circled the entire island and it appears that the majority of it is covered in jungle, only a portion has visible structures. Sailing right up to the buildings would be a very bad idea, instead I'm going to land a bit away and make my way through the jungle.
Meanwhile
Deep within the main compound, which stretches into the volcano, a radar operator notices a signal and turns to address his commander.
"Sir I am picking up a signal on radar."
"Has the "guest" arrived early?"
"That's the thing sir... the "guest" is supposed to arrive by plane and go for the concealed landing pad. But the signal's heading... for the jungle, just a three miles away from the compound."
"Perhaps a patrol making an unauthorized detour?"
"I doubt it sir. They are currently five miles offshore. Even if they were fooling around, they wouldn't have venture that far out."
"Hmmm... radio the guard station. Tell them to send three patrol units to wait at the land spot. If it is not another patrol have them eliminate the suspect."
As another guard prepares to send a message to the guard station, the radio operator address the commander again.
"Sir! the signal stopped two miles offshore and has not moved"
"What?"
"Sir? Should we inform the boss?"
"... No, he is preparing to receive the "guest"... we will deal with this problem ourselves."
"Radio the compounds patrol to keep sharp and ensure that all jungle sensors are properly functioning."
"Sir!!"