Game Prep - Team Select (High Noon)

“The way I seen it, the only true way to victory in war is to be holdin’ a bigger stick then the other guy.” The King of the West tips up his hat and peers hard at the group that was brought to him. He looks each person in the face, stands, and starts to pace, continuing to speak, “I’m not sure where each of you came from, what your talents are, what you were doing with your lives. All I know is that you all work for me now. I expect results, I expect them quickly, and I expect them efficiently. What I’m ‘bout to tell you lot is a closely guarded secret here at High Noon.” He glances once more around. “An island has appeared just off the coast of Hextech Harbor. This island, to the best of our knowledge, is the same island from all the myth stories; the island more commonly known as The Armory. I don’t need to emphasize the importance that High Noon get its hands on these weapons. The snag though, is those hoity-toity, crotchety, nancies from across the ocean. I’m sure they've seen that the island appeared and they are going to be sending their own group. You all are going to go to the island, secure by any means necessary and return triumphant with a butt load of weapons. That, or you’ll be never returning, and you’ll be runnin’ from my sights for the rest of your miserable days.”