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As the first six of you hand in your papers, the brown-suited man looks you over before nodding and reading your names off.
"Jason... Rand... Yafnag... Ronove... Arnold... Murphy... I'm sure some of you must want to murder your parents for those names, but that's not important. What is important is that you six are the first people to ever be infused with magic, and maybe even the first to live through the process. As for everyone else, you'll get your chance soon enough. Now if you six could just step back here..."
The man guides you into a back room, which would look like a hospital if it weren't for a massive turret mounted on the ceiling. He hands your papers to a man holding a remote control, and as you start to realize what's going on, the turret goes completely ballistic, hitting each of you with multiple blobs of glowing light. 'Hey, that wasn't so bad' is what you think as you pass out on the floor.
You awake to the sound of an airhorn blast, and find that you are now on board a boat, which is swiftly approaching a tropical island. A volcano can be seen in the distance, and there appears to be a large structure built onto the side of it.
"Good, good, you're awake! Now, who wants to know what the mission is?"
None of you say anything, but the brown-suited man doesn't seem to care.
"Well, because this program has been kind of a secret ever since its conception, we don't actually have any clients yet. But that doesn't mean that there's no work. You see, even though my company's the number one in the world for magic goods, there's still a hell of a lot of competition from those who make non-magical items for those who are afraid of magic. Why anyone would ever be afraid of magic is completely beyond me, but it's hurting business. The island that we're approaching now is the base of operations for Celadrix Industries, a producer of all things non-magical, and our largest competitor. You guys are here to level it. And I don't mean tear down all the buildings. I mean level the entire goddamn island. It's to help get the word out, you see? People hear 'Celadrix Industries destroyed by competitors', they'll think that it's just business, and that's that. But let them hear 'Westpeak Island and surrounding area destroyed by magical mercenaries', and they'll be lining up to rent you guys out like kids at a blockbuster film."
As you listen, the boat lands on the beach of the island, eliciting a shocked look from brown-suit.
"Goodness gracious, we're here already? Well then, that means we have about thirty seconds before Celadrix tries to blow us out of the water, so grab your weapons from under your seats and get the hell off of this boat. Come on, hurry up, this thing cost me a fortune!"
You quickly grab your respective weapons and leap out of the boat, which vanishes in a flash of magical red light. Examining your surroundings, you can spot an overgrown and unused path leading into the heart of the island, as well as a large wooden dock about a quarter of a mile down the beach.
WHAT DO YOU DO?
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