Half an hour later, you can look out of your window to see the coast, lined with huge pine trees that cut through the mist like a million soldiers in a chaotic phalanx. In the distance, a small island is visible. It too is covered in forest, barring one spot on the beach.
Before you get there though, the helicopter moves to set down on the coast, in a small clearing. When it lands, Mr. Johnson steps down from the helicopter.
"The pilot will take you the rest of the way. I'll be monitoring from here. Keep your microcams open and broadcasting. Good luck."
Without waiting for any further conversation, she turns and heads to a black four-wheeled SUV that's been upgraded to an odd-looking limo, and the helicopter takes off once again. Now devoid of any passengers but yourself, the pilot feels free to fly a little faster. His compartment up front is separated and sealed, so if you're getting motion sickness, you'll just have to bear with it.
He turns, heading to the island you saw earlier. Now that you're closer, you may notice two things. The first is that there is clearly a scientific outpost on the island. It actually occupies almost all of the visible surface behind the first stretch of trees. The second item of note is that there is a large dark cloud rapidly approaching your helicopter.
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