It had been many years. How many exactly? Eight. Eight years since you and Conrad's decommissioning from the S.A.S in 1965, it was now 1973.

During that trouble timespan, you and James ended up in a relationship. Though James would have to leave at times for his work as a freelance tracker, he still found time for you.

You two lived in Saigon, Vietnam, enjoying your retired life. James often went to the local bar when not going on tracking missions, saving people. And you decided to join him tonight.

You were with James as he played pool, betting money, kicking the asses of some thugs. As this was happening, You two catch the attention of two quite conventional men as they enter the bar. Bill Randa and Seismologist Houston Brooks.

And now here you are, with their freaky proposal of an uncharted island in the middle of nowhere and the poor payment stacked on the table.

"Let me list all the ways you're gonna die. Rain, heat, mud, disease carrying flies and mosquitoes. Sure you can load up on the Atrabine for the malaria, but what about the other bacteria?"

James spoke firmly as he crossed his arms, almost glaring at the two men with skepticism.

"And we haven't even started on the things that want to eat you alive."

He tilted his head, unamused. You just wanted to have a date with your partner.