<strong>Seamus in his hotel room</strong><br/><br/>Seamus sat in his hotel room, staring at the TV, there was nothing on, a few foreign satellite channels which he really didnt care for. With a sigh he sat up off the bed, he knew he had to start scouting the island for the report which was the entire basis for the mission, but there was something about the island he did not like, something wrong the way the people acted, the eerie silence which seemed present everywhere. Still the quicker he scouted the area, the sooner his mission would be complete and he could go back to Ireland to see his mother, he had been promising for the last few years he would go and visit her, but had always had something come up.<br/><br/>Seamus looked out of the open window at the gorgeous day,<em>"might as well try and enjoy myself a little while I'm here"</em>he thought to himself, and he knew from experience that the more relaxed he looked the better he fitted in, he had nearly been caught once and it was the only time he had felt uncomfortable in a situation, at least there were no Russian gangsters here...<br/><br/>Grabbing a towel, suncream and swimming shorts he headed to the local beach.