<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br/>August 4th 1966<br/>On a yacht<br/>Adrift in the Atlantic</em><br/><br/>Yoko had been grateful for the trip. She'd been exhausted of traveling with her father. As much as she loved him, it was hard on her to spend day and night following him around. Hideyoshi never stopped moving for an instant. "I'll quit when I'm dead," he had once said, then followed with, "and that's when you'll take over." This brought her no small amount of dread. E-Sec hadn't gotten so big and influential because it's founder was resting on his laurels, that was for sure. So when she was finally given a chance for a little rest and relaxation, she took it. She could be with some other young women who probably shared a few of her problems and the whole lot of them could unwind and have fun. And so they did.<br/><br/>For a little while.<br/><br/>The accident had left them all stranded and in the middle of the ocean with little hope of rescue. She'd tried to keep all the other girls upbeat and hopeful and it had been working fairly well thus far, but Yoko had feared how long their morale would hold up. Just when she finally started to worry she heard shouting above and jogged from the kitchen to the upper deck of the yacht. She passed Holland along the way, the blonde remarking, "Either I'm going crazy or I heard a man's voice... did somebody find us?" Yoko grinned cheerily and nodded, "I think so!" She followed Holland up and together they spotted the large man and... the... submarine, of all things! She ran to the railing and grinned happily, jumping and waving at the little rubber boat that had come to their rescue, "Alright! Our saviors!" This jumping caused no small amount of bouncing of the rather endowed young lady's bosom, much of it on open display as she was dressed in a pink bikini. There seemed to be little point to putting on more clothes while they were stranded. Yoko did manage to notice Holly's bag around this point, however, and quickly rushed below to pack her clothes in one of her own. Still bikni-clad (she was afraid they'd leave without her) she rushed back up as fast as she could, afraid of missing anything.