It’s mid-morning as the boat glides across the waves towards the coast. It’s an inflatable type but it looks meaner than a regular old dingy. This is military grade, built for battle, and Steve stands at the controls staring ahead at the coast for their landing zone.

The boats’ black surface is rough and hard looking, with netting covering the edges to give passengers something to hold on to. Dylan looks up at Steve nervously as he expects him to slow down as they approach the shore. His face is covered in green and black camo cream with his hair slicked back with some kind of grease and he is hanging onto the webbing with one hand and a large black backpack with the other. Steve doesn’t slow down however, his mind focused on the destination ahead.