Mad Malik gathers you around. He takes off his hat and with a great deal of effort pulls a very large map out of it.
"Dis 'ere is a map av de isla ángel de la guarda, an islan' in de gulf av california. dis islan' is wha scp - 1867 is currently bein' 'eld. de islan' is supposed ter be uninhabited but between yous an' me that's lashings av tripe. There'll be an brutal lot av guards on dis wee islan', but oi doubt they'll be expectin' somethin' loike us. our objective 'ill be dis"
He points at a small shack in the middle of the island.
"De actual 'oldin' facility 'ill be undergroun'. nigh mind, there'll be things in dare other than scp -1867, oi don't suggest yer touch dem. or go near dem for dat matter"