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"Why the hell did we have to pick the hottest day on this Godforsaken, stupid, idiotic hell-hole of an island!" Danny was starting to ramble.
"Because we need to. Now stop whining like a two year old!" Steve said, leading his team. The forest was dense and had lots of falling trees and boulders. Everything was covered in moss.
"I'm not a two year old!" Danny shot back.
"You whine less then Grace!" Chin said, stepping over a log that was eaten away by the elements and bugs.
"Matter of fact, she doesn't complain at all," Kono put in.
"Must get that from Rachel!" Steve said as he stopped. There in front of him was the shack. It was more of a one-story house, but people called it the shack. The windows had curtains that had turned yellow of time. Cobwebs were every-where.
"I hate spiders," Kono said as the team walked onto the porch.
"And where do you think you are going?" The head of security, Sergeant Dave Carter, called from his car. The Sergeant had almost no hair, was tall, but with a small beer gut. He had a bad attitude.
"We have to talk to number 67!" Steve turned around and called.
"Wasn't I clear when y'all first came? No one goes in!" The Sergeant called.
"This is important!" Danny said.
"I don't care if you think Mr. Barack Obama is in there himself! No one goes in!" Dave yelled back.
"Ass," Danny mumbled.
"Let's go back to the man part of the island!" Everyone slowly filed into the car. The ride back wasn't to long, but it was very bumpy. They pulled up to the doctor's house. "Everyone out! I don't want y'all anyone near that place! AGAIN!"
"Where is your southern hospitality?" Danny asked under his breath. They got out and the car drove away.
"I don't like him," Chin said.
"Me either," Kono agreed as the team started up the path to the doctor's house.
"Why hello!" Doctor Carl Foster said, opening the front door. Dr. Carl was a bald man, with a nicely trimmed beard. He was short and stocky, but very kind and had a British accent.
"Hello doctor," Steve greeted.
"David told me that you all were trying to get into the extreme house. Why?" The doctor asked as he stepped aside to let them in. His house was huge. In the grand foyer, the floors were made for a cream colored marble. There was a big old staircase with an oak railing leading to the second floor. The doctor led the team into his sitting area. Even though it was July, a small fire was going. There was a huge couch, with a coffee table in front of it. There was a big leather armchair facing the fire, with a glass of whiskey on the rocking sitting on a small table next to it. There were huge windows, letting in lots of daylight.
"We need to talk to prisoner 67," Chin said.
"Patient 67. I'm sorry that you cannot talk to him, he is off limits," The doctor said taking a sip of his whiskey, "Drinks anyone?"
"No thank you doctor," Steve shook his head. "Why is he off limits?"
"Because, he is a danger to everyone. He is sedated so the nurses can give him food and make sure he is in good health."
"Is there anyone else kept in there?" Kono asked.
"Yes, his name Harold Massey. He did what no sane man would do. That is all I can tell you." The doctor looked at his watch, "I must be going. Talk later over diner?"
"Sure," Steve said, starting to get annoyed. The doctor let the team standing in the sitting area.
"This place is getting fishy," Danny said.
"Are you saying that because we are on an island?" Chin asked.
"No. There is some big ass secret here, and we are going to dig it up," Danny looked around.
"Let's go do some digging then!" Kono said and the team left in search of someone who could answer their long list of questions.