[Old West: Gold Mine!]

There was a little voice in the back of Neal's head that said that this was an absolutely terrible idea. This wasn't like robbing a palace or an embassy or even stealing from another crook. This place could quite possibly be a death trap, and yet he was willingly going ahead with the plan, anyway.

He tried to rationalize it by saying it was just an adventure, the type of freedom he'd longed for while on the anklet. He didn't even have to steal anything. He just wanted to see, that was all. Besides, he wasn't supposed to be a thief here. He was just a normal guy who'd gotten on an airplane for normal reasons and wound up on the island, which was absolutely not normal. That was all.

But somehow, he found himself assembling a team to do some exploring. It was a half-baked idea, but once the idea got in his head, he just couldn't get it back out. Before he knew it, he'd assembled his group of new friends outside of New Pemberley to take stock of their supplies before heading out to check out the abandoned mine. He'd dressed simply today, eschewing his more customary formal style of dress. A mining adventure was no place to enact his assault on the commonplace.

"Alright, everyone," he said to the assembled group of men. He tried hard to not channel any of his past experiences. Point man, thief, criminal mastermind: none of those had any place here. "So there's an abandoned mine up here that's just begging to be checked out, and I guess we're all going to go for it. I don't have any words of wisdom other than, uh, watch where you're walking? And try not to die. Hopefully one of you has something more motivational."