"Stuck in the cradle...<br/>shadows in my head!<br/>Imprisoned in a castle...<br/>darkness helds me bound.<br/>my hands are dirrrtyy..<br/>am the...beast from hell,<br/>am the beast from heeelllll......<br/>Shadows in my head!<br/>cobwebs holds back the light ...<br/>you should see my closet.<br/>Its shadows in my head...<br/>Its not me, it not me,<br/>Its just the Shadows in my head."""<br/><br/>Gas sang along to his favorite song "Shadows" as he drove into the airstrip on a black  motorcycle. He had a shade on, an earpiece connected to an Ipod in his pocket. Both the motorcycle and Ipod he obtained from an unlucky biker who happened to had picked him from the road after he ran out of gas. He was going to ditch the bike though just as he did the car but the Ipod will be following him to hell...of course that's where this blind voyage was going to lead. He had no regret leaving the island, well except Kilo; a deaf crippled old guy he had found company in. He did well though, his first good deed in a long time. He left the man with a stack of benjamins...should keep him for a while.<br/>He had packed light; a rope, some canned meals meant to last four nights at the very most if he wasn't sharing, an act he couldn't picture himself doing. A torch, some batteries, flares, a couple brewed potions he used for hunting, his diary and a can of water. All stuffed into a brown duffel bag behind him. He had a machete secured to his hips and a local dagger tugged behind, hidden from sight - mainly as a last resort. He hoped he'll never have to use it though. Perhaps the most striking thing will be the long sniper rifle placed in front of the bike, its nuzzle pointing dangerously at Viotto as he entered the hanger.<br/><br/>Upon alighting, he grabbed his rifle and walked toward the man. His eyes caught the name tag and he smiled, pleased to finally see the mysterious man behind the letter. The man crazy enough to set up such an expedition. "You must be Viotto." (pronounced Vur to) "The name's Gas. So...um," glances around, "seems am too early." he remarks prying subtly if others have arrived already. If he was going into the unknown, he best know those he will be traveling with.<br/>-Shadows In my head...<br/>cobwebs hold back the light..<br/>You should see my closet..<br/>Its shadows in my head-<br/>he hummed to the song from the Ipod, still smiling, blankly looking at Viotto.