Lisa grumbled as she wandered through the underbrush and foliage of the swamp. Her shoulder length blonde hair kept getting caught on brambles, and her DD size chest was more of a hindrance then a help here. Her white tanktop was ripped in several places, and her jeans were caked with mud, as were her hiking boots. Her face would be considered gorgeous, except her jade green eyes reflected wickedness and malice. On her back was a bulging napsack, filled with money from the last heist she pulled, $15,000. Not a bad hall, and she only had to shoot three people too. She grins wickedly, and trudges on.