To a remote island.

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.

Hōkūlani, or heavenly star, was one of the countless islands that dotted the Pacific. It was small enough that you really, REALLY had to zoom in on any satellite map if you wanted to find it. Insignificant enough that most governments didn't bother putting it on the map. And absolutely in the bum fuck of the middle of nowhere. 99% of the world didn't know it existed, and the ones that did know didn't care about it. This naturally means that you will find something interesting if you go there.

In this case, that something was an island-wide recreation and vacation spot—large, multi-storied hotels, decorated with all the luxuries a person could want. Pristine pearly white beaches lead seamlessly into sparkling cobalt blue waters. Well-kept tropical trees lined immaculate promenades, flanked by dozens of shops, restaurants, and arcades, to lure in visitors. Further inland, the shops and restaurants made way for bars and clubs, while the arcades were replaced by cabarets.

Between these establishments were countless houses where the many people who worked and lived here made their homes, creating a city of pleasure and entertainment. Surrounding the city was a dense tropical jungle, with many hiking trails leading into it. Hidden coves and lagoons beckoned the more adventurous visitor towards secluded privacy, while small one-family bungalows dotted the forest. Overseeing it all, a tall mountain that at one point was a volcano dominated the background. The fiery mountain long since silenced by time was now covered with a thick layer of snow via expensive localized climate-altering technology. Skiers and snowboarders now used its slopes to show off their skills at often breakneck speeds.

Yes, Hōkūlani was a paradise of tourist perfection. But not a single person on it was a typical visitor. The island, and everything on it, was built, owned, and maintained by Pravum. The large anti-superhuman organisation needed a place for their people to relax, so they bought it from whatever government had it at the time and made it their own. Now, a veritable army of carefully vetted people lived and worked here to provide their perfect services to the many agents that Pravum employed throughout the explored multiverse. While Pravum was strictly gender-specific, and the male and female branches rarely interacted with each other, here, on this island, operatives from both branches could freely mingle with each other without repercussions. What happened on Hōkūlani, stayed on Hōkūlani.