Story

Part One
Welcome To The Island

Superheroes, are they real? The kind that swoop in and save the day? People with powers we could only dream of? The answer is yes, and no. There are those with extraordinary powers, but the protection of others isn't their main concern. Travel far out into the ocean to a remote island not marked on any map known. The island is full of jungle. Tall trees and majestic waterfalls where colorful but dangerous animals roam.
But there is one settlement in the form of a large camouflage building with a tall fence shot through with electricity. Built and armed guards paced the cleanly cut grass. They all wore the same uniform. Green with brown sleeves and a brown belt with long brown and green pants. A symbol rested on their shoulders that showed their rank. All of them had the same symbol except one man who was yelling at another for being childish after catching him playing on his phone.
Inside the building was much neater despite the military look outside. It had a clean tan carpet and light blue walls. Comfortable chairs were set up like a waiting room. People worked quietly behind the desk. The phone sat silently. After all who would call a place that no one knew about?
One guard was sitting on one of the chairs. He was a strong looking man and very big in body structure. He had cleanly cut blonde hair that was almost short enough for him to be bald. He wore a different uniform than the guards outside. He wore a long sleeved light blue shirt, pants of the same color and a black belt. All together the uniform was very simple and plain.
His weapon was sitting in his lap, it was moving up and down along with his leg as he tapped it. The room was so insanely quiet that the man was driven to making his own sounds to keep himself occupied. He listened to the simple sound of taps his foot made.
His day was not starting off very good. The people working at the desk would not let him through. They said they needed to renew something. He didn't care what the reason was, all he cared about was that he was being held here when he could be doing his job. He completely absorbed himself into the rhythmic but simple sound of his foot. Tap tap, blong, tap, tap. He almost didn't notice when the lady at the desk told him he could go.
"Mr. Adams, you can go now. Thank you for waiting." She said softly.
"Umf." Adams mumbled as he pas