Vancouver was like an isolated compound indeed. Whoever this Brian was he liked to be surrounded by a dangerous scape of forests and snow in the winter weeks at the end of December. It would take a large army platoon to break through the mountain forest to this mansion and its lone airfield. As we landed, I saw a very large plane, the size of maybe an airbus 370 parked at the end of the single line airfield we were now landing on. There were two large Ranger Rovers waiting for us at the end of the airstrip.
Collin and I were the first to emerge from the jet. An older man with slick black hair speckled with grey met us. He looked like an older version of either Collin or Alex. He had a strong physique of muscles with a commanding air about him. This must be Brian, and my assumptions of
