There is a place where those who are different go to die; a concentration lab for those misunderstood with hateful envy by the likes of mankind who were once the superpower of the world. And now what once was normal is challenged by evolution. These labs, although great in number and locations across the globe, all share the same principles of experimental torture until death, in the feeble attempt to grasp the hope of understanding this so-called "plague of mankind". Thus the S.H.E.A.R teams were created, consisting of soldiers specifically trained to hunt, capture, and if need be kill those humans who have evolved into beings that can perform extraordinary feats and abilities once only thought to exist in the world of fiction.<br/><br/>On a remote island near the southern half of the Atlantic, one such SHEAR transport vehicle hits the shoreline. This tactical amphibious transport was secretly dropped two miles out from the island by a large freight cargo vessel bound for Ireland. The whirring gears and smaller motor noise give the retracting aquatic propellers a soundtrack and the diesel engine kicked on. All eight off-road wheels turn simultaneously,launching the bus-sized armored transport forward up the beach to the small dirt road leading to the deep dark green forest line. Sand kicked up on its dark grey armor plates, partially covering the SHEAR logo on the side. No windows save for the long slit in the front for the driver and passenger.<br/><br/>"How many are we bringing in again?" A slightly artificial voice spoke through the full helmet of the passenger SHEAR operative. "Not enough if you ask me. All I care about is making the delivery. These facilities always creep me out." The driver responded. They hit a rough patch of road and they both bounced hard in their seats. "You're telling me. Did you see that fog all over the island when we approached? Creepy doesn't begin to describe this place." A slow and steady muffled laugh was heard behind the SHEAR soldiers. It was low and almost barely audible but was clearly in a mocking fashion. It was from one of the prisoners in the transport seats just behind the thick ballistics glass, the only thing separating the drivers from their prisoners. The passenger checked his weapon nervously, a standard issue submachine gun with a tactical sight, While the driver smacked his fist against the glass. "Pipe down!" As requested the mocking laughter ceased. It was Adrian Shaw. He sat closest to the separation glass with his back to soldiers.<br/><br/>Similar to the other prisoners he was locked in by four-point harness on the chest, and specialized metal boots magnetized to the floor. Where each prisoner differed in transport security was the individual special devices and apparatus's used to negate each Evo's special abilities. Shaw's consisted of a unique head piece that was a cruel representation of a horse bit. A metal frame that started from his mouth twisted around his head and was lined with powerful LED lights aimed directly at his eyes from every possible angle, keeping him blind to any shadows he can see. The piece in his mouth was only used to keep him quiet. His hands were encased in large cylindrical gauntlets chained together. And last was a floor mounted miniature spotlight that covers Shaw completely in light, so there was no chance of him drawing upon the shadows.<br/><br/>"Jittery sons of bitches...you think this island creeps you out? Wait until I break out and burn this place into the grounds. Fog is the least of your worries..." Shaw thought gleefully while his head bobbed back forth from another bump in the road. This was all part of the plan...