<strong>Seamus “scouting” out the beach”</strong><br/><br/>The long golden beach seemed almost deserted as Seamus walked down a small path onto the soft sand, he had never seen a beach this beautiful before, the clear ocean lapping up against the pristine sands, and palm trees creating natural shade like something out of a postcard.<em>”Sometimes this job does have its perks”</em>he thought to himself as he lay his towel beneath the nearest palm tree. He looked around making sure no one was looking as he stripped off to put his swimming attire on, he was not a shy man, and even though he had a scarred body he was not afraid to show it.<br/><br/>He lay underneath the palm tree, and got out his notebook, he needed to summarise todays encounter with the local who dropped off the materials for his homemade bomb. They were making a big risk trusting a local like that, but he knew he needed arming somehow, and all tourists were rigorously checked on entry to the island to ensure no contraband or weaponry, he had only got his knife through thanks to a new alloy which did not show in all but the most sophisticated of scanning machines. After writing as much as he could, he lay down and fell asleep underneath the palm trees.<br/>