Ryan successful managed to murder a few hours of spare time exploring the island. Everything he had seen confirmed his previous hypothesis, as the island did indeed seem to be (or at least mostly be) self sufficient. The greenhouse was well stocked with all sorts of things, and he thought he spotted some water treatment systems in a secluded spot. The number of doors and areas marked 'Private' really interested him, though. What could possibly be behind them... 

Moving along before the temptation got the better of him, he continued exploring, eventually coming to the lighthouse. It was a big, old lighthouse, similar in age to that of the mansion, but despite it's age being plainly visible, it had not lost any of it's splendor and was still a beautiful, towering landmark. Taking a seat against it's base, and looking out over the waves, Ryan began to think about what might possibly be to come from this job. No doubt it would be dangerous, of that he was sure. One did not simply hire an Operations Coordinator for civilian work. However, this island, while self sufficient and isolated, did not have anything on it (that he had seen so far) that stuck out so as to mark it as belonging to a paramilitary, or security organization. Everything here seemed... peaceful. The beauty of the island, the welcoming and well furnished mansion, the fact that they rode on a fishing boat rather than a zodiac or patrol boat. Something told him that the peace would not follow them when the time came for them to truly start their jobs, but for now, Ryan say there and enjoyed it, nearly falling asleep under the warmth of the sun, the rhythmic lapping of the waves, and cheerful calls of seagulls.

The only thing that stirred him from his rest was a beeping coming from his alarm. He had forgotten to turn it off, and it usually marked the end of his shifts back during his time at TacNet, but right now it called his attention to the fact that it was approaching dinner time. Getting up from the ground and dusting himself off, he stretched before heading back to the mansion and making his way to the dinner table. A delicious smell was already perforating the area, and he had no doubt that dinner would be excellent.

Walking through the doors, he noticed that a few others had already sat down, and had begun to converse. After nodding politely in greeting, Ryan took a seat, listening in to the conversation since it didn't seem especially private and might be interesting.