William had fallen asleep. Although sleeping on a plane wasn't his forte'. His waking mind was filled with sounds and emotions, amalgamating into an incomprehensible mess that terrified him. He was at a point where he could acknowledge what he could hear and feel but could no longer understand them. It was that point where he would sit upright in bed, sweat streaming down his neck and matting his chest hair, his heart flooded with adrenaline. Why? He didn't even know, but it was worse now. It was worse because things were worse and he was stuck in this dark, unrelenting hell.
"William…"
It was the purest black. Shockingly cold, he could feel the sweat rolling down his back.
"William…"
What was that? A voice in the dark?
"William…"
Will's eyes fluttered open, stinging as his retinas adjusted to the influx of harsh, artificial light. He had fallen asleep on the plane, although it felt different now. There was no more light coming from outside and the plane itself felt sedentary. They'd arrived. Outside the window now was what looked to Will like a cave wall. How were they in a cave?. Will turned to his right and saw Angela, she was nudging him, trying to wake him up.
"Jeez, you're awake finally" she teased. Will stretched and rubbed his neck, emitting a loud yawn.
"I was having a nightmare" he confessed, unbuckling his seat belt.
"We've arrived. The pilot said he'd go up and get us clearance to disembark." Angela stood up, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white silk shirt that hugged her figure magnificently. She was a very attractive Woman. Will's eyes couldn't help wandering to her shapely buttocks, emphasized by the tightness of the faded denim. She glanced over at him.
"Are you going to stay on the plane all day?" William stood up, his stiff muscles seeming to creak with each movement he made. It was relieving to stand up. How long had they been flying for?
"Can we leave or what?" asked Will shimmying out of the seats and into the aisle between the rows. The cabin door was open, he could hear voices outside and what sounded like machinery echoing.
"We have to get clearance" said Angela stretching. She moaned. "I hate long plane rides"
"Yeah well…" William stopped when the Pilot appeared in the doorway of the Plane.
"O.k guys your stuff has been taken to your rooms, you're supposed to head straight to the Training Facility for introduction and briefing."

Will and Angela had to walk through a mesmerizing underwater concourse in order to get to the elevator to the surface, escorted by an armed guard.
It was an overcast day, thick grey clouds billowing towards them from the west. Tall, cotton floats drifting towards Rockfort Island, buffeted by an insistent wind.
Everything seemed to be made of stone, the ground underneath them cobbled. The three walked up a flight of stairs and down another cobbled path. Around them were small edges of garden, grass and nondescript flowers dancing in the wind. Will stopped momentarily as they passed the steps of a large building. It looked like a Mansion, tall columns reaching towards an arching roof, crest laden flags hanging and twisting vigorously in the wind.
"What is this?" asked Will, pointing to the building. Angela and the guard stopped, he pushed his dark sunglasses up and looked at the building also.
"That's mostly where the higher ups spend their time. It's just for the big boys, nothing for you to worry yourself with. Now come on, you don't want to keep Mr. Black waiting."
Will continued walking, glancing at the building one last time.
Another staircase led down to a dirt path, on their left the group passed a fenced off enclosure while a sheer cliff marred the view to the right. In the distance Will could see what looked like a bridge suspended over an unfathomable chasm however a structure blocked his view of anything beyond that.
A small group of men passed them as they stopped at two large, metal doors. The guard pressed a button on a radio attached to his chest and spoke into it, a moment later the doors began to open with a whining grind. He led the way inside.

"So you two are the ones they sent huh? Well, I have to admit you've got balls."
William and Angela were sitting at the table of Mr. Black, the apparent administrative head of the Training Facility. The office was large and well lit, albeit by fluorescent lights. A wooden partition blocked them off from the makeshift waiting area on the other side. Above the two a wooden fan rotated with a creaking resistance. On the opposite side of the table Mr. Black sat, a wiry man with a dark hair that was clearly colored. His face was haggard but his eyes and smile were warm, despite the abundance of crows feet. He leaned back in his chair.
"It's nice to have some fresh blood on the team. When you've been here for a while it kind of wears on you." Will nodded, Angela smiled warmly. He wondered whether she was forcing it.
"Mr. Black" started Will.
"Call me Gene" he interrupted, pouring a glass of water from a pitcher near him. "Gene…I, don't actually want to be here"
"I know your situation William and I can sympathize. I'm here because they don't interfere, as long as things run smoothly and no one steps on my toes then I don't care. So yeah, I get Umbrella and it's because of this that I don't like them. So I'm in this position where I don't hurt anyone and they leave me alone. As shitty as this place sounds on paper it's a pretty good job, I don't really do anything at all." He laughed heartily at this.
"Yeah but that doesn't really help me does it?" Will sighed "I've got a Girlfriend back home."
Gene nodded. "Then it's in your best interest to keep your head down and to not fuck with them alright? Whatever screw up you made pissed a lot of guys off down at HQ and if you stir the pot then they could end up messing up your life a whole lot worse. I want you guys to feel as comfortable as possible here o.k.? Whatever advice I give you is because I want everything to run smoothly for you. I'm talking to you right now as a human being and not am employee of Umbrella. Do your thing here, keep your head down and sooner or later you'll get the o.k. to go home yeah?"
Will leaned back in his chair, this was cold comfort. He wanted to go home right now, but Gene did make a good point. If he started bitching and moaning and bringing attention to himself and by that measure Umbrella, then they'd come down on him even worse, probably going for Caroline in the process.
Angela put her hand on Will's shoulder. She looked at him and smiled. He could tell what she was thinking.
Just grin and bear it.
"Alright…" said Will. Gene smiled and clapped his hands.
"Great! Alright guys, hit the hay and in the morning I'll put you to work."