The boat rocked gently in the waves, as it glided through the surf. Ryan was standing near the bow, holding onto a metal bar as he leaned over the side, observing the island they were approaching. An island. Isolated. Perfect for keeping secret the kind of work this group did. A mansion. Large. Spacious. Enough room to house the members of the team, while providing places to set up equipment, store supplies, and conduct training, without the same amount of attention that a warehouse would attract. Greenhouses. Made sense. An isolated island with a secretive organization probably avoided contact with the outside world. Could grow their own food. Medicinal herbs. Required little energy to maintain. Self sufficient. 

Satisfied with his analysis, Ryan stepped down from the side of the boat and walked to the rear, glancing at the group as he went. Older man. Probably Mid 40's. Low chance of recruitment for physical abilities. Most likely knowledge related. Possibly historian or archivist. Seemed nervous. Younger woman. Similar in age to me. Seems perplexed. Contemplation. Exudes air of authority and wisdom. Possibly a supervisor, teacher, counselor or course instructor. Must be of high standing. Younger man. Similar age. Smoker. Smoking is common in high stress occupations. Based on job description and requirements, as well as muscular build, possibly military or similar field. 

As he arrived at the rear, he reached down and picked up the rucksack he had dropped there, before slinging it over his shoulders and staring out over the water behind the boat. They would arrive soon, and he'd best be ready. He thought back to how he had tried to predict exactly what would be needed here, so as to maximize his packing efficiency, to no avail. There was simply too much he did not know about this place, and as such he simply brought his usual traveling gear, as well as the equipment (minus the firearm) he carried with him while on duty at his security firm. He assumed that would be a close enough estimate to cover most situations.

When the boat docked, he was one of the last to get off, though he wasted no time following their guide. As he walked, he could not help but admire the architecture of the building, and the beauty of the scenery on the island. Despite his attempts, what made something beautiful to him had yet to be successfully analyzed. When they walked through the doors into the mansion he noted the renovations, realizing that the costs to perform such construction, particularly on an island, must have been exorbitant. This organization must have a significant amount of funds at their disposal. 

When their guide ordered them not to enter the rooms marked 'private' Ryan immediately repeated this in his head several times so as to never forget while he was here. This was too good of an opportunity for him. He did not wish to ruin it due to a slip of the mind (He also did not like how they used the word 'Terminated'). Once they were dismissed, he quickly set about locating his room and depositing his belongings there. After organizing his possessions, setting out some writing materials and books on the desk, and making sure that the gear he currently had with him was still where he expected it to be, Ryan decided to leave and wander about the grounds. It would be beneficial to get to know the layout of the mansion and the location of the islands facilities as quickly as possible.