<strong>Stepping out into the sunshine</strong><br/><br/>The sunshine hit Seamus as he blinked to adjust his eyes to the light,<em>"Right, need to go pick up some supplies"</em>he thought to himself. Taking his sunglasses out of his pocket, he slid them on and started to walk towards the town. He hummed to himself as he enjoyed the walk into the town centre, he was looking round constantly, absorbing as much information about the town as he could, potential escape routes, building layouts, possible defensive locations. he had seen a fair amount of combat in his time and was experienced enough to know that when you enter an unknown area the best way to ensure you survive is to learn as much about it as you can.<br/><br/>It seemed such an innocent looking normal town Seamus thought to himself as he entered what he thought was the centre, how the hell could this place be attached to the person responsible for the horrific crimes he had been told about.<em>"Marco Xantelli</em>, the name made him shudder, he had been told by his superiors this man was pure evil incarnate, someone he wanted to avoid at all costs, stay low and gather info, that was all he was gonna do. However sometimes things dont always go to plan, so he was going to create "Plan B", the purpose of this trip.<br/><br/>Over the last few months other agents had infiltrated the island and taken with them a container of liquid which on its own was fairly harmless, but a skilled bomb maker could combine the liquids and create a device which was capable of a fairly large explosion. Enough to take out a room anyway, acceptable for a ‘Plan B’ anyway. If his intel was correct and all had gone to plan a local villager had been bribed into holding onto the liquids, all he had to do was meet up with the man at a local café and he would accept the backpack from him.<br/><br/>As he approached the café he saw three tables outside, sitting down at one he ordered a coffee from the waitress. After a few minutes a dirty looking man with shifty looking eyes and whispy beard came and stood over his table, he was holding a backpack over his shoulder.<strong>”Mind if I join you a moment sir?”</strong>he said to Seamus while dropping the backpack on the floor and pulling out the chair,<strong>”Not a problem lad, nice to meet a local”</strong>Seamus replied. After exchanging small talk for a while, the man made his excuses and walked away, leaving the backpack next to the chair. Seamus picked it up and headed back to the hotel.<br/><br/>When he got back Seamus tipped the contents of his backpack onto the bed, he grabbed a bottle of coke he had brought with him from his still open suitcase and poured it all down the sink, grabbed everything out of the mini bar and threw it into the bin and started on his concoction. A few hours later he finished and put the milk carton gingerly into the fridge, before leaning out the door of the room and hanging the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the front, he really didn’t want any maid going to refill his mini bar, so he would have to put up with the same towels for the time being.<br/>