The cargo container supplied by Manta Man is clean, spacious, and empty. There are no amenities, but Manta Man has handles welded quickly to the sides and a small opening placed at eye level on what he assumes is the front.
Launch is uneventful.

His expression definitely showing that he is not enjoying the trip, Gauntlet will keep himself in the corner grabbing the metal edges of the container and even bending them for a better grip. He is wearing a long sleeve shirt, a hooded jacket (with the hood up), full gloves, jeans, long socks, and boots, all to keep him out of skin to skin contact with anyone else.

Wraith will fly at 500' till she is 50 miles out, then she will drop down to 20'
Wraith will try and to keep the ride as smooth as possible

Frank stood with his back to a wall of the cargo box. He was beginning to feel airsick, even though Wraith was doing her best to keep them stable. He is still in his 1940's designer suite.

As he walked to the front of the container, Enforcer made force field chairs for everyone to sit on before putting a window on the hole in the front container wall.
"This should make things more comfortable. The island is barely a mile wide, so we should be able to search it quickly. That means we can stick together."
"The satellite feeds picked up movement, but it was as suggestive of large animals as it was of people. Either way we should be on our toes."

Frank took a seat and nodded his gratitude.“I apologize but I don’t know either of you. My name is Frank, and my current monicker is Ghost Dancer. I have a skill set that is particularly well suited for this mission. I’m fast strong stealthy and I almost never miss. Also I fought Nazis and Jap Imperials back in the 40’s.”

"Sounds like there are some pets wandering around"
"A square mile of island normally would not support anything larger than a few cats"
"I manipulate gravity and play up the spooky"
"I can do the stealthy and even pass through walls"
"Given time I can crush anything and I could go faster but that would really make a loud entrance"
"also as a reminder I'm in my energy form now I have no organs so any paramedics on me are harder to do"

Wraith lands in the sparse jungle at the extreme southern end of the island. Beneath the tree canopy, the roar heard is not from a creature and appears more to be some form of internal combustion engine. Once reaching the ground it becomes apparent that some dozen armed men riding ATV's have surrounded the container. They're evenly spaced in a circle about forty meters in diameter, and are waiting.

Frank looked out the window at the array around them. ”Well, this seems familiar, kinda like Iwo Jima.” Turning back to his new comrades, ”Can either of you do anything about this? I’d hate to charge into machine guns again.”

"I could land us at 90 degrees to the beach and you can use either set of doors as cover"
"but we seem to be surrounded"
"I can exit through these walls with out breaching them and I can even take 1 of you with me"
"Do I have a volenteer?"

Frank nodded. "Yup. Right here." He pulled his pistol and was ready.

Nodding to Ghost Dancer, Enforcer leaves his big gun holstered and pulls a small Walther from a well-concealed spot. "I can throw up a wall behind us, so we can focus on one direction. When we step out, I'll leave it open to our left."