fandomtownies | Around the island, early Saturday morning

In the dim light of the early morning, Agent Canary went for a jog. That's what army guys did in the morning, after all. Keeps you on your toes -- literally! There was another reason, too: it was neato being back on the old island again, but he hadn't really been all that observant the last time he was here. He needed to know the layout of the place, where everything was, that sort of thing. So he could commit it to memory, in case anything bad happened or whatever.

He skirted the edges of the preserve and the rocky bits -- those would be their own expeditions, later -- and went up and down the various streets of Fandom.

His communicator crackled to life in his ear. "Hey, Hank Grenade!" Shore Leave greeted him. "Party at your dad's house -- wanna come?" That was super-secret agent code for a disturbance at the Venture Compound. Some supervillain was attacking.

"Who's invited?" Canary growled into his mic. Secret Agent Canary growled. It was a "cool" thing.

"Oh, just some C-rate losers," Shore Leave told him. In the background, there was the sound of gunfire, and evil henchmen running and screaming. "Nothing worth breaking a sweat over. But you wanted to be kept informed."

"Thanks," Canary growled. "You handle it. I'm on... vacation."

[Open for anyone else in the streets early.]