Jonathan went to his sports bag and started taking out important items and making sure that he has got everything that he needs. He takes out a gun, some binoculars, a pocket knife, some cigarettes and a picture of his mother. Jonathan picks up the picture and smiles. It has been two years since his mother was found dead and shot outside of her home in San Francisco. She was a brave woman who went against the odds to bring herself and her child all the way to America for a better life than one on the streets of Havana. A tear rolls down his cheek. It pains him every day that he did not manage to bring closure to her death. The lives he was meant to take were already claimed. Jonathan puts it back into a small compartment in his bag, almost hiding it from himself. He shook his head lightly to snap himself out of it. It was time to move on and he had to focus. He reached into his bag even more to see what else he could scramble. The bag was able to vomit up some batteries from the bottom. Jonathan was lucky he brought some because he is very doubtful of a Wal-Mart being located on this island; as populated as they may be. 

Jonathan also took out a gun from the inside of his jacket pocket and examined its current efficiency. It was a SIG Sauer P226. It was a 9x19mm weapon that he used to use during his time in the SFPD. It was standard issue by SFPD police officers and Jonathan took one many years before he left the department as a back up gun. When he left he had to hand in his current P226 but he had another at his apartment. The SIG was clean and still efficient. He then went on to make sure that it’s innards are full and that it isn’t hungry for more bullets. He checked that the safety was off and he stored it back in his internal jacket pocket. He turned towards a mirror and made sure that his look was neat and fine. He was wearing a casual navy and black jacket with a white shirt underneath. He had dark blue jeans on and some colourful trainers. It was a very casual wear for his relocation to the dining room. Lets what his new team-mates are like. 
 
Jonathan locked his bedroom door behind him and adventured down the hallway in the direction of the hint smell of food. He traveled down the stairs but stopped all of a sudden on one of the floors. This was the floor where the “private” rooms were located. Jonathan was overcome with an innate feeling of curiosity. What were behind those doors that they wanted to protect? Jonathan was about ninety percent willing to act on this dangerous questioning but he didn’t want to jeopardize his stay here. He doesn’t want to lose his job and return back to the past in San Francisco. This job may be vague but he wanted to take a step forward and not backwards. He ignored this interest with great strength and moved on towards the dining room. 

He entered the dining room to take his seat amongst the rest of the crew. He was apparently a little early as only a couple of people are in the room. The rest are probably still unpacking, late or lost. It’s not a confusing mansion, mind you, so they would have to be idiots to be lost. He looked at the dining table and noticed that there was no food. It was just cups, cutlery and napkins set out amongst the places. Jonathan went and sat down beside one of the people he saw from the boat. This told him that he was part of the team that has been hired to come here. The reason for everyone's arrival still remains unknown. 

The man he was sitting down next too looked quite to be an academic man. His posture, clothes and fitness seem to give it away. He wasn’t an overweight man but he wasn’t at the height of physical fitness, so this tells Jonathan that he isn’t a combat sort of person; which leaves academic. His hair was medium-ish, wavy and he had hazel eyes. Jonathan decided to initiate conversation with the man. It would be best to get along with his new workmates.

“I wonder what they’re serving. I haven’t had anything since breakfast.” Started Jonathan. He extends his arm out towards the man to greet him. “The name’s Jonathan.”