Damon stood at the edge of where everyone was to meet, leaning up against a tree with the shade wrapped around him. He had no care for the outside world at the moment as the only thing on his mind was "Why in the world was I sent here?". He assumed more people were to come here so he stayed where he was, waiting for them. It probably meant nothing but he was still perplexed about why he was dragged off and why a potential consequence seemed like the government having permission to kick the door down. [i]I'm not guilty of any crime, that I know of...It's not like I murdered the damn U.S. President or anything.[/i] Damon managed to get the thought out of his head and slumped down onto the ground. He pulled a phone out of his pocket as well as a pair of earplugs. Plugging the earplugs into his phone and his ears he played a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7T9HgPe4W4]song[/url] in hope to pass the time. [i]Hopefully someone is here that can explain what the hell is what around here. A letter with a threat involving the government? Should anyone give a damn? Apparently so if I'm here. On an island in the middle of the whatever-one-it-is ocean waiting for Mr. or Mrs. Whoever. Oh to hell with it.[/i]