It's heart rending, very painful and confusing, at best. Remember, you're not the same person you were. Because the memories come to you during your a...olescence, you become a person in your own right before realizing that your current life isn't the only life you've lived. I can revisit locales where I lived before as long as I don't see anyone I knew in that previous life, but I'm more comfortable if at least fifty years has gone by, and a hundred is even better. I avoid the old haunts in. ..Marston Island was a private island located at three hundred and twentysix nautical miles southeast from the Eastern shores of Newshire. Ithad covered area of 2412 square miles. Its southern and eastern endswere mountainous. Rest was mostly savannah, with grassland having low-density of pine, oak, and various fruitful trees. A river came from themountains and connected to a lake somewhat in the center. Its westernend had an exotic beach. Its natural beauty was further enhanced due toabundance. We did know what the insignia looked like, so that was no problem.This was a three storey building, so there were few elevators. Most traffic was confined to the stairs, but there were plenty of those. Therefore, we had to act quickly before the people we wanted had time to run away. I sent a man back to the roof to put an RPG HE round into the elevator house on the roof. That forced anybody who wanted to escape to use the stairs, and we soon had all eight stairwells blocked with at least three. I decided to head over and scope out my new found secluded parking lot. Pulling into this abandoned parking lot was a little eerie at first I will say. The driveway is just off a main busy road but is completely lined by tall trees. Once I made it down the drive, the giant concrete pad opened up into a maze of nooks created by years of overgrown trees. I half expected to see someone else parked with similar "intentions" but as I made my way around I found I was the only one in my new secrete.