Island Hopping

The beginning

The following journal is the writings of Boris Topor. All opinions are my own and based on my observations of the strange phenomenons encountered on my travels.

Day 1

The day began as most days begin. Crowning Bay was as busy and vibrant as ever, and the summer sun was past stifling. I made my escape from the capital to the beach house of my friend Philip Conrad. He was arranging a party for a few friends in the coming days and had asked myself and Jake Cutter over to discuss the arrangements.

While admiring the pristine Caribbean beach from the house I noticed something in the sky that seemed odd and out of place. After informing the others Philip used his telescope to identify it as a helicopter. It circled the home and landed on the beach. The chopper carried no livery and the windows were blacked out reminding me of CIA helicopters from my past. Once the blades had slowed a well dressed man exited the pilots door and approached the house . Philip met him and they discussed access to the property for geological testing. At this point two technicians or scientists exited the chopper and began to place instruments at various places around the property. Jake and I suspected something, with no livery and their identification leading to no company information on Internet searches we decided to investigate further. Philip informed us that there was geological activity at the volcano which had been dormant for over 500 years and that the scientists were investigating this.

We decided to investigate further ourselves with Jake taking to the sky in his sea plane and Philip and I taking his vehicle into the centre of the island to investigate. Jake gave us initial reconnaissance information by radio and once we began to approach the crater we were stopped by a manned roadblock. The guards seemed reluctant to let us pass claiming that the road was closed due to geological conditions, but after some talking Philip managed to convince them to allow us to pass, although they indicated that access past the next roadblock would be prohibited. As we approached the next roadblock we decided to not push our luck with the guards and I debussed and preceded on foot hoping to elude the guards by using the jungle as cover. My jungle skills seemed long underused and the noise of me moving through the buh attracted a guards attention. I decided to push on at speed using the jungle as cover, it paid off and soon found myself at the third checkpoint. What could require such guard activity? This smelt heavily of CIA activity. Not wanting to be discovered I called it a day. On return to the vehicle Philip drove back to the beech house and we decided to seek additional information in town. Jake headed to St. Joost to speak with local friends while Philip and I headed into Crowning Bay. The capital was awash with ‘geological’ scientists making the bars heaving with locals and foreigners alike. While Philip shmoozed with a female scientist I propped the bar and began to strike up a conversation with a few burley scientists who looked more like security workers. The vodka flowed,how the vodka flowed!

Day 2

Note to self, buy a dictation machine so I can remember what happens when I drink. I awoke at the beech house to a loud crack followed by a slow rumble. The clock read 4am as I cleared my eyes. Looking out into the dark towards the capital the volcano beyond was erupting it seemed. The magma looked more like plasma and began to form a disc approximately 200m above the crater, it was definitely not normal. As dawn approached the helicopter returned and the as the American approached the house I knew that somehow we were involved in something bigger. Philip invited him inside where he informed us that we were linked to eruption and somehow Philip, Jake and I carried a special gene and that we had been under observation for some time. How did they know this, was it from my days in the KGB, had mother Russian betrayed me again, or was this the work of the CIA during my days in the prison hell holes of Central America? He needed a sample of our blood to run further tests and indicated that there could be some financial reward for participating in the tests. Money was not that easy to come by at this time so I agreed. I was unsure of the reasons why the others participated but the American agreed to return in the following days to provide the results to the tests.

Now was the time for further investigation, but approaching by air was to obvious so we decided to take the ‘G wagon’ with Jake driving to ascertain what was beyond the third checkpoint. As we approached the first checkpoint it seemed erringly unmanned, where had the guards gone? The second picket was again unmanned, and as we approached the third we spotted the cause of the guards disappearance. From below the plasma disc was clearly viable but more disturbingly it did not glow red as it had from afar, but shimmered and revealed a floating landmass seemingly above us. More disturbingly flying lizards no longer that 2-3m could be seen flying through the disc. The blockade guards could be seen shooting the lizards which were swooping and buzzing the scientists makeshift camp.

There was a profit to be had if we could bag one of these flying lizards and Jake stopped the G Wagon while I prepped the trusty AR-15. My first shot ripped through the closest lizard which rapidly lost altitude and unceremoniously landed 30m in front of the vehicle. As Jake spun the wagon towards the downed target I let off another shot from the AR, a direct hit to the lizards which slumped to the ground. Eager to not outstay our welcome as it looked like the guards were getting the flying lizard under control we tied the lizard to the bonnet and headed back to the beach house. Jake knew a exotic pet collector on the island who may be interested in buying the beast. Philips large collection of chest freezers came in handy for storing the beast. We decided that a view of the disc from above could be useful and we took to the air in Jakes seaplane to gain a all-round view of the disc. We were not disappointed, from above the disc obscured the magma lake below and instead we were granted with a sky view on the other side of the disc. Strangely the disc was only wafer thin and difficult to see from the side.

On returning to the beech the American had already landed his chopper and greeted us as we docked at the jetty. Back in the house he offered us a deal to investigate the disc. A hefty seven figure sum was proposed and I knew my previous skills could be put to good use again. Jake agreed, knowing that the money was more than he could make in a long time working the islands air routes. Philip sorted out the contractual problems and The American who introduced himself as Jeffrey asked for a list of equipment we would need undertake a recce of ‘disc world’.

Day 3

The equipment arrived early in the morning and after recovering my kit from my apartment in the capital and leaving my keys with the owner of the bar above I set off for the beech house. Jake had already checked over the plane and with extra fuel onboard and cameras fitted by the scientists we approached the disc from above. Jake skilfully executed a barrel roll as we plunged through the disc. The Geiger counter alarmed as we crossed the disc but retuned to normal as the plane levelled off.

The view that greeted us was similar to where we had come from. In the distance we could make out a large land mass with mountains rising from the small costal plateau in front of us. After sweeping the island from left to right and keeping an eye on fuel we noticed a small village with numerous stone buildings with a basic track leading to a smaller village a few kilometres along the coast. Again the village was make of stone, with little vegetation in the nearby area. What had cleared the trees from villages, and why was everything made of stone?

Jake landed the plane expertly on the track a good distance from any settlement and while Jake and I began to camouflage the plan Philip set off towards the stone buildings.

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