Hey, folks! Sorry, I'm late. My Pontiac Firebird was acting up a bit, but doing a few J-turns worked out the kinks. I've been hired to find out what's going on at New Rockford Island (no relation. Nobody in my family has money!).
The strange thing is, I don't know who hired me. It was all done by mail. Normally, I'd refuse a case with an unknown client, but I really need that $200 a day plus expenses. Maybe there's a fancy restauant I can wine and dine the locals at.
Excuse me a minute. Let me dial into my answering machine to see if the myterious client left any messages. *beep* "It's Audrey. Remember last summer at Pat's? I've got a 12 hour layover before I go to Chicago. How 'bout it?" *beep^ Sigh. Sorry, Audrey, I'm stuck on an island in the South Pacific that has weather like an island in the North Sea. No time for fun!
Umbrella Corporation. Hmmm. Why would they make ponchos way out here?