(http://myweb.bgfl.org/parkview/images/stories/mayor_island.jpg)<br/><br/>Mr. White smiled as the sun rose on the island. He had woken up early for just this special occasion. Today was the day! They’d be starting his little game. All the cameras had been set up, the island was prepared, the customers had paid, the hunters were gathered, as were the prey, and every other perpetration was completed as well.<br/><br/>He looked over at the captain of his yacht and said “have the men bring them up, and send word for the hunters to move up on deck as well.” The captain nodded his head before moving off to carry out Mr. White’s orders.  Good help was so hard to find….that was exactly why Mr. White paid VERY well, well enough that he need not worry about his men betraying him.<br/><br/>A smile crossed along his lips as he considered the situation of his captives, each one of them either asleep or awake in their own little cage, wearing only what they had been when they were taken, all of their weapons and anything that could be used as a tool taken from them. They were quite helpless…<br/><br/>Mr. White stood calmly watching the sunrise as he waited for the captives and hunters to arrive.<br/><br/><br/>