The Isle and his mission

When Misho and Viktor were talking it was after Misho left the isle for one week—together with his people. Misho sat alone in the ship's cabin, staring at a faded photograph. The edges were frayed, and the ink had begun to blur with age, but he could still make out the faces—his grandfather, Reese Gethin, standing proudly in front of a laboratory. Back when Ebinigma was still a dream of progress, not a nightmare. 

Misho knew that his father and grandfather were very different. Reese wanted to control the island like a god and his father wanted to leave everything to mother nature.

He followed the steps of his grandfather. And that dream turned into a curse. 'You'll never be free.' Viktor's words echoed in his head, like a hammer in a desolate place.

He didn't want to be reminded. Every decision he made was for the island, and now, he was afraid that the people he abandoned would come back and haunt him. They trusted him. They were people he once vowed to protect.

3 months later

Misho was standing tall near a powerpoint, next to him was an old man well in his 90s, he was Viktor. Viktor was in a wheelchair, but he looked like he still could walk, if he wanted. Misho was wearing a suit, it made him look younger than he is. When he was well in his 50s.

They were on a ship. More specifically in the deck. There were seven teams. Each had 7 to 9 members. Each team had a guide and an old guard from the past of Ebinigma. 

Misho walked out onto the deck, where his team was gathered. A ragtag group of six, each person as hardened and battle-worn as the next. They were all staring at the dark shape of Ebinigma looming on the horizon, the island's silhouette becoming sharper as they neared. 

The fear in Misho eyes were evident. But it was too late for any of them to go back. Every one of them had a reason to be here—be it money, loyalty, personal connection to the island. Misho presented the map of the isle.

It was a huge map, you could fit five men in it. In the map, one could see 7 things that brought attention. They were bunkers, labs or things that no one—except for Misho—knew. Misho's team was called the "Ragtag", the names of the teams were: Ragtag, Ironclad, Vanguard, Ghost, Company, Phoenix and Night. Ironclad, Vanguard, Company and Phoenix were mercenary groups. Most of them were here for the money.

In the Ragtag, Misho's captain was a woman named Lena, she was from russian descent. She stood at the helm, a few minutes after the reunion was over. Her face was as unreadable as ever. She was only here for the challenge, according to her. Jace was the old guard of his team, he had a sniper rifle slung over his back, he knew Lena very well and was Misho uncle, he was his father sworn brother. He was a guard at Ebinigma, before things went downhill, now he was back to take what was rightfull his. Behind Misho was one of the most proeminent engineers of the island, the genius Elmira, he was from arab descent, he had long hair. In his hands there was pistol, he was checking it. His hands trembling slightly knowing he had to come back.