<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/1234567.jpg)</div>It's hot.<br/><br/>Something that Ashleigh has always known, but never really had the opportunity to experience up until this point. Hawaii is hot. Stepping off of the commercial plane at Honolulu International Airport, the would-be military toy of the US government was truly happy to be here, despite the circumstances. Heat was one thing, traveling to Europe in hopes of truly ridding the world of this threat was another. As she traveled through all of the terminals to head to customs, the girl started to wonder why they hadn't brought her in on a private jet or something to go right into the air base. Sure, it might be frowned upon to tell people that you're headed on a mission to collect samples and studies while surrounded by things that want you dead, but it's not like a really comfortable jet headed to a military base was suspicious, right?<br/><br/>Maybe the kinks that Ashleigh is still trying to walk off were making her bitter.<br/><br/>There are a few perks with working with the government, though. All her expenses from here on out are pretty much paid for! Her phone now pretty much works everywhere that isn't plagued by mindless 'zombies', and she gets to delve into the collection of works regarding the virus that the government has left at her disposal. Ashleigh really hasn't had the opportunity to take advantage of any of this, however, as she was practically told to gather whatever clothing and toiletries that were essential for any trip to Hawaii. Be discreet, they told her.<br/><br/>Dressed in a Daffy Duck shirt, with a knee length, flowy white skirt and Islander flip-flops, Ashleigh deemed herself casual enough to pick up her baggage and leave the airport without as much of a fuss. It was here that things got a little strange. A man in a black suit held up a sign with her name on it. She couldn't tell through the thick-framed sunglasses, but it was easy to assume that this guy had the stare of a bad ass. When the student approached, he wordlessly took her luggage off the ground and led her to a black, far from inconspicuous, military grade hummer.<br/><br/>"Guess Hawaiians don't really care for military excursions, huh?" Ashleigh asked jokingly, hoping to get a glimpse at the man's personality. He said nothing, only guiding her to the rear passenger door, insisting she take a seat with a slight head gesture. Hard ass looked to be a fair assessment.<br/><br/>The ride was silent and short, no more than about twenty minutes was Ashleigh's best bet. Upon arrival, a girl in military uniform greeted the scientist warmly, a stark contrast from the suited man earlier. "Don't mind him, he's just a hard ass. He'll do well to make sure your baggage gets to your room, so please, just follow me for now." Not being able to do much of anything except shrug, the young adult followed her military counterpart across the strip and a few buildings until arriving at a door. Behind it were a few muffled voices that became clear as soon as the door was opened. "I'm sure you've read everything you were given. These are your... teammates."<br/><br/>With that, the uniformed girl left and Ashleigh, rather overwhelmed, walked through. Everyone here was packing heat. If they weren't, they had muscles that could crush the Dutch native's head. It was clear that none of them were your typical run of the mill soldier. Some of them had smirks on their faces, leaving the scientist to believe that she caught the butt end of a few quips at each other, likely flirty considering the other woman in the room.<br/><br/>"Uh... Hey guys. I'm Ashleigh de Jong," she started, putting the typical Dutch accent where it was needed in her name. "I'm pretty much the person that none of you want dead."