[b]Uncharted Island South Pacific 0553 Local Time[/b] Perched on a rocky outcrop near a lush jungle, Theodore Roosevelt observed the surrounding area through the scope of his rifle. The .585 caliber bolt action rifle could rip a baseball sized hole through an elephant's body, among other creatures and surfaces. The magazine carried traditional, big bore ammunition that Theodore supplemented with magazines of incendiary rounds that he kept on his person. A stand at the end of the barrel provided support for the heavy weapon, a large cushioned stock protected Theodore's shoulder from the gun's large recoil. The scope's night vision mode cast the surrounding area in a ghostly green aura. There was a thermal vision setting, but the warm climate of the island made it difficult for bodies to be detected through the lense. Roosevelt turned his rifle north-northwest towards the island's highest peak. A small volcano loomed above everything on the island. Situated near the summit was a sprawling compound had Asian architecture with hanging paper lanterns illuminating the perimeter. To Roosevelt, it appeared as a mini replica of the Forbidden City imperial palace. Zooming in, he saw two sentries standing near a door and smoking cigarettes. They were Asian, wearing khaki uniforms with automatic rifles slung around their shoulders. "Mr. Lincoln," Roosevelt whispered. An embedded microphone in his back left molar caught the his voice perfectly and broadcasted it across the island to where Lincoln was. "There are minimum guard patrols, but I have a clear line of sight, sir. I shall be watching. You are clear to move." -- Theodore Roosevelt's voice came in crystal clear in the microscopic speaker embedded inside one of Lincoln's ear bones. "Roger that. I am on the move." Lincoln wore his usual suit and vest, sans jacket and top hat, as he marched through the thick jungle. He carried an axe in his hands and used it to cut a path through the dense island vegetation. Stopping only to roll his sleeves up to the elbows, Lincoln continued in the direction Roosevelt guided him. The axe was not the only weapon on his person. Holstered on his right hip was a Colt revolver with a pouch on the other side containing a variety of hand grenades. Another pouch attached to his rear contained six small throwing axes he could use in a pinch. "Slower, Mr. Lincoln," said Roosevelt. "I can see your movements through the jungle. The last thing we want is to-- What the devil? Someone's close by me, Lincoln." A large boom echoed across the island. Lincoln heard Roosevelt swearing, followed by the sound of the bolt-action and another gunshot. "They're on to us, sir! Make haste!" Lincoln heard voices nearby. Holding the big axe in his left hand, he pulled a throwing axe from his right hand and slung it through the jungle. A cry went out, followed by more voices. Lincoln rushed forward through the tangles, stepping over a dead man with a throwing axe in his chest, and came out into a clearing two hundred yards away from the mountain compound. Spotlights popped on and blinded him. The bright lights began to pop off, followed by echoes of gunshots. Taking his cue from Roosevelt, Lincoln rushed forward just as dozens of armed guards came out the compound's doors, guns trained on the sixteenth president. "I would surrender if I were you, Abraham," a voice called from a door. The voice's owner stepped out the door as Lincoln dropped his axe and held his hands up. He prayed Roosevelt still had control of his rifle and a clear view of the man marching towards him. "I have been informed Mr. Roosevelt was captured just after destroying MacArthur's lights." Lincoln closed his eyes and sighed. He forgot about how he talked of himself in the third person. "I admit, Mr. President, I had a little help ascertaining your arrival. That will be explained soon, but for now let's go inside and talk matters over. MacArthur wouldn't be a good host unless if he did not offer you a welcome. So, Mr. President--" [img]http://i.imgur.com/QSCR1mP.jpg[/img] "Welcome to MacArthur's Island."