Smoke arced an swirled slowly from softly glowing cherry of a cigarette  burned nearly to the filter. The smoke and cigarette are visible through the soft yellow light of a desk lamp that glows dimly. it flickers for moment followed by a voice. " god damn power." a lowly almost growl of a voice mutters echoing in the nearly empty the research trailer, a housing unit much like you see on construction sites but outfitted for a scientific uses. Several other trailers like this sat just inside the tree line of a small tropical island. There was at least four of them, Research, medical, and living quarters was two trailers all set in a large semicircle arc just out of reach of the pearl white ocean sands that faded farther up the land to underbrush and the trees that the facility's sat sheltered with. on the beach was a dock where a small boat was fast approaching in the distance. Farther beyond it a cargo ship was heading the opposite after dropping its cargo for the island. Rolling thunder could be heard and into the distance a black sky was spreading towards the island like ink in a glass of water. Back inside the trailer the steady stream of smoke was cut by a hand as he quickly swiped the cigarette from the tray. Deep ocean blue eyes shifted back and fourth over the page of a leather bound journal. The sound of a pen writing furiously started and stopped repeatedly. the pages them selves glowed orange for a moment as the cigarette received its last draw. Thick brow almost shoulder length hair shrouded the face of a man more worse for wear his face and neck were rough with days of unshaved stubble. The now burning filter hung from his lips while smoke poured from them like steam from a boiler. The journal read.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">April 7th 2013<br/><br/>We are down to the skeleton crew now. The others just left and the last shift change before the storm hits us should be here any moment. Between the budget cuts and the lack of progress times could be better. Ive heard from the main land that many of the investors are getting restless and plan on pulling most if not all funding for this expedition if we dont produce results by the end of the month. Bastards...if only they knew how much man power it took to crack these glyphs. We only just discovered the temples had lower levels that seem older than this island. Even then we only got the pumps to drain these massive areas yesterday. However I saw-</span><br/><br/>It ended there as he man set the pen down at the sound of some one knocking at the door.  A Muffled but audible voice called out "Boats here Leo...uh ou want me to give them the tour?" The man sighed, his eyes closing for a moment. His cigarette ha burned itself out on the foam of the filter. Leo slid his chair back and stood up. He smashed the filter into the ash tray before turning and opening he door. He was immediately assaulted by the bright afternoon sun on the blisteringly hot tropical island. Already there was a slight breeze from the coming storm, his white button up tee flapping in the wind exposing his sun darkened bare chest. Clearly it was rather casual attire as he had tan cargo shorts to match it. the only thing that seemed business or serious about this long haired man were the thick green boots he wore as he came down the steps to see a young man no to far off from himself in a green tank top with some band logo on the front he had a red ball cap, blue basketball shorts an sandals on as he stood there looking at Leo as he fished a pair of sun glasses out of his shirt pocket an put them on. At the dock he could see the small fishing boat being tied off. "Steven, I thought for sure youd be on the first boat out of here?"<br/><br/>His voice growled as he walked past him crossing the beach towards the dock to meet his associates for the duration of the storm.  Steven blinked a bit before following Leo. Steven looked to be in his late teens while Leo had a few years on him, he looked to be at least 28 maybe a little older. "yeah well I get a hell of a lot more experience here than I do on the mainland no to mention college credits." Steven replied  squinting a bit at the reflection of the bright sun off the sand. "You wouldn't happen to be kissing ass so you can see the lower floors of the temple would you?" Leo said as he strolled out onto the dock. "Might be." Steven replied with a smirk as he followed him. Leo just shook his head as he grabbed one of the ropes and handed it to Steven. "help tie down this rust box we don want to lose it in the storm."  Leo turned  to the people getting off the boat  and held out his arms wide as he smiled, his hair and open shirt getting tossed around in the increasing breeze. " welcome to Diablos Corazón!" (devils heart)"  He said almost as if it was some sort of party.