Jason gave a challenging smile to the cliff and rocks, taking a leap from the boat to quickly scamper up the rock's surface. In hushed whispers, he mouths something to the others as he does, "Come on you slow pokes~" 

As an experienced explorer, this proved to be no challenge for Bell and she joins Jason with a grin. “Cmon, Joan, you got this.”

Misha expertly gripped on to the surfaces, carefully making her way up, occasionally looking down to make sure Jo was ok. At the top, since it was evening, Misha shined the light as carefully as she could, discretely, doing her best to maintain the element of surprise against to many pigeons nearby.

Joan listens to her friends' encouragement and thinks back of all of the books she read on climbing that she read when Misha tried to get her to participate in physical activity. She remembers the techniques perfectly and makes it up to the top with little issue.

You all easily climb up the sharp rocks and tall cliffs to the pigeon nest. What you see is truly unusual. The enormous nest is constructed of a variety of branches and other strange bits of objects that you wouldn't normally find on a small island. That which sticks out the most is various sizes of rusted metal pieces laying around nearby that are clearly not native to the lake. The nest is being watched by groups of gulls, black-headed gulls, and great cormorants. There are hundreds of pigeons in, around, and by the nest, and the larger Killer Birds occasionally peck them to death. The Killer Birds hang around the top of the structure, and swoop down to make a kill every so often.

What would you like to do?

You discover that some of the pieces of metal laying about around the nest contain the designation "IEX-4Z32". Also, the Killer Birds appear to be trying to take control over the pigeons - who are exhibiting interesting behavior: they are trying to protect the nest, and each other.

Joan jots down IEX-4Z32 down in her notes, to recall it later. "I wonder what that designation means. We'll have to look for it later. And these birds, they seem to be engaging in some form of war, with the Killer Birds attacking while the pigeons defend. Very curious."  

As you leave the pigeon nest, and raft back to the pier, you're about half way to the pier in the lake when you catch out of the corner of your eye a light, a flashlight glare coming from someone on the pier. You can't tell who's holding it, since it's dark, but you can tell the shape of a young person. He or she turns off the light, gets on a bike, and begins to pedal out of the area, as if caught in the act. The person heads back south into Boulder City.

Joan points out towards this mystery kid. "After them!" She begins to ride after the child, spurring her friends on.

Jason is way ahead of Joan, similarly grabbing his bike and pedalling after the person.

When her eyes saw the light from the mystery persons flashlight, Bell was already jumping on her bike, peddling after them like she had never peddled before!

Misha wasn't expecting the flashlight glare. "Go, go! I got the raft!" she said to everyone, packing up the raft as quickly as she could. She kept an eye on her friends as they took off, and when she was done, she slammed on to her bike and rode hard, and fast. With thighs of steel and controlled breathing, she caught up to Bell and rode past Jo and Jason, whom was sure they would be able to keep up. In the heat of the moment and excitement, Misha looked back and saw that Jo and Jason were having issues, but they stayed close enough and the streets were long and deserted to tell where they were.

The strange figure rode up to a yellow brick two story house with red roof tiles about three miles from the pier. Uch, it was an ugly house. The figure rode into the back, hopped off the bike and over a high fence, and went inside.

Misha and Bell hid behind bushes by the house and scoped it out from their position, waiting for Jo and Jason.

Joan peddles as fast as her nerdy little legs can go, but she still lagged far behind Bell and Misha, who were more physically inclined than her. When she finally gets to Bell and Misha, she takes a big gulp from her water bottle as she catches her breath. "Damn." She whispers. "I need to go work out with Misha."

Jason shows up panting, having made a wrong turn and gotten lost. He parks his bike and attempts to snatch some water form Joan, also thirsty. 

“At least you guys made it here without injury,” Bell whispers, her eyes focused on the house. “Anyone recognize this house?”

The house had a few lights on. Two stories, and a wooden fence surrounding it. The house - it looked old, uncared for. Checking out the perimeter from your location, you notice two obstacles: one, the neighbors are out and about with flashlights, wondering whats going on at this hour. And, the fence is high and the fence door to get through to the house is padlocked. if you wish to get inside the house, you’ll have to evade the snoopy neighbors with a sneak roll, and hop the fence with a move roll. One success is needed for each situation. Make the neighbor roll, then the fence roll. Failing one, the other, or both will have a consequence. 

Or you can return home, or try anything else you can think of.

Jason smiles and motions for his friends to stay low as he comes out from hiding and approaches the neighbors. Making it clear he meant no harm, he went about explaining how he and his bandmates were practicing some stunts and recording sound effects. "Sorry if it makes you loose some shut eye, but you all seem like such lovely people~ we'll try to keep it down, so let's not waste any more of your time and that way you can all get your beauty sleep~"

The adults, either charmed by Jason's words, or to tired to care, all returned to their homes and Jason motioned to his friends as he walked over to the fence, "Okay, that's taken care of."

Indeed, the adults who were out of reach and out of touch sleepily went back into their residence and paid no further attention, all that was given was a simple warning to keep it down as they went away.

That left the kids in the dark, by the strange house, very late at night.

The entire house was surrounded by wooden fencing - both the entrance and the back entry padlocked. There would be only one way in, and that was to hop the fence. The house was old, and creepy, definitely showed signs of a lack of care, as if someone had not lived here or taken care of the house for a while. 

Suddenly, the one or two lights that were on in the house went dark. Someone was inside.

The House appears to be a typical house of the area in Nevada, nothing too special or extravagant. Again, it looks to be in a decent state of neglect. On one side of the house, the carport has a door that leads into the house. One another side, there is a large patio door you can enter from as well. Finally, on the main side, the house has an obvious front door as well. The house is completely dark.

"Let's just go in the front."