The little drone buzzed over to Dirk, flashing lights that indicated he was the travel agent. Dirk was not 'in the know' but he could tell there was a joke happening. He waved the little thing away, the drone lazily floating back to its master. 

The beach was littered with abandoned towels and umbrellas, with the occasional limb and blood splotch. Beyond it was a rise in the sand that served as a small wall before one could make it to the facilities. They had traveled about ten miles, and if memory served, they were at the central communications island. Which unfortunately was not devoid of hotel goers. Dirk said as much to Jocasta, though she seemed to have anticipated most of it. 

"So they will make sure none of this gets out to the authorities," she reasoned. "I've seen this movie before."

"They're dumber than movie villains," Dirk said, pressing a finger to a button behind his front visor, looking for heat signatures. He could vaguely tell there were people within the hotel and the facility behind, but he needed to get closer for a better read. If they were smart, they would have heat-cloaking tech, but they did not seem to be a group with a lot of brain cells. "All of the hotel's many feeds are fed here, yes. But it's also sent to a satellite in orbit, and it's triggered if there's no update with the correct code guarding the facility within six hours, calling in security forces from a base on one of the two moons." 

"Not that fail-safes like that are uncommon, but how do you know that?" Jocasta asked, wringing some of the water out of her white dress to make it a bit less translucent. 

"Because my first time on this planet, the security forces were called on me because I triggered the alarm by taking in the man on duty to halt it."