[h3]7:23 AM, Jurassic World Ferry Slip, Costa Rica[/h3]

Tuvya looked out across the ferry slip as his limo came to a stop outside. The ferry had already arrived, it wasn't the one most visitors to the park were familiar with, the one that had been on hundreds of commercials, and was loaded with crowd pleasing amenities. Instead they were taking the utility ferry, it had been used to transport vehicles and heavy machinery to the island during the Park's operation. Still emblazoned with Jurassic World silver & blue and a logo on either side it had now been loaded with the vehicles and supplies Masrani was providing. Three ATVs, two UTVs, a G-Class, and a Unimog all loaded down with various camping and survival supplies. There was still more than enough space for the vehicle one of the team had been reported to be bringing.

He grabbed one of the limo's stocked cigars before climbing out of the the vehicle. It was allegedly winter, but the way the sun was beating down on him as he scanned around the area was unconvincing. Once he was satisfied he rapped his fist against the limo's roof and it slowly set off away from the slip. He was clearly the first to arrive, the only other living being there was the ferry captain who he could just make out through the window of the ship's bridge. He politely waved to the man with his free hand and got as much in reply.

Tuvya allowed a slight smile to cross his lips at the exchange as he brought the cigar to his mouth and pulled his lighter from his pants pocket. Tuvya had never been a [i]smoker[/i] per se, but during his time in the Sayeret Matkal he had picked up a habit of having a cigar before and after every mission at the recommendation of his former CO. It had been awhile since he embarked on a genuinely life-threatening mission, but this promised to be just that, so he decided it was time to revive the tradition, hopefully one last time. Tuvya let out a slight cough as he took his first puff from the cigar, but after that first misstep memory took over and the cigar began to burn down puff by puff without a hitch as he walked to the edge of the water and looked out over the sea. It was a nice day, a nice cigar, and a nice view. There were worse ways to start a mission he thought to himself as he waited for the rest of the team to arrive.