Jasmine stood at the railing of her yacht (yes<em>hers</em>, not the Agency's) and gave a soft sigh. It was good to see land again and know they would be landing soon. She was tired of being on board the ship and simply wanted off of it.  Too many days had been spent on board with little more to do then read and sunbathe. At this point her skin was a deep, golden brown and her chestnut mane was showing streaks of red and some burnished gold highlights from hours in the sun. She'd also made quite the dent in her reading list on her Kindle. The device could never replace the feel of a book in her hands, but she wouldn't begrudge it on long voyages either. It was her own, portable, library filled with her favorites and those books she meant to read soon. It really was perfect for traveling, though at home all it did was collect dust.<br/><br/>Shaking her head she laughed softly at herself. Such silly thoughts when her job would be starting soon. The Agency had sent her for a reason. No direct assault, by any country, had worked on Xantelli island, so she wasn't meant to assault the island. She was to go in posing as a grieving tourist (not a lie with her parents death only four months ago)seeking a quiet place to mourn and be pampered. She'd used her own credit cards to book the trip and any digging into her background would show her to be exactly what she seemed, an heiress mourning the loss of her parents. That she actually<em>was</em>what the Agency wanted her to be posing as helped immensely as it was well known that covert agents from multiple security agencies has simply gone missing on the island.<br/><br/>So, she was to pose as herself and get close to a Xantelli family member if she could. Gather information for a month and leave. She'd rented a small beach house for her stay and left the option to extend her lease to longer then the month she'd already paid for by putting down a deposit on a second month. If she didn't use it, the money would be refunded to her, if she did it was paid for. Either way it was money she wasn't worried about. If she managed to get close to the family somehow, she would be reimbursed for all her expenses, if not, then she'd have had a tropical vacation...it really was a win win.<br/><br/>Fingering the soft linen of the sundress she wore she watched the shore come closer and closer. Sighing when they had to stop far enough out for the yacht to anchor itself and eagerly climbing into the small boat that would take her to land. Land she was oh so happy to stand on once more when they landed! Pulling the itinerary she'd been faxed, from her purse, she looked about and finally stopped a local and asked for directions to the address on it and how far it was. Finding it wasn't far at all she decided to stroll through the town on her way to her new, temporary, home. Her staff would bring her luggage soon enough and if she took her time, they might even beat her to the house.<br/><br/>Pulling her thick mane back from her face she twisted it into a coil at the base of her neck and jabbed two, ebony, hairsticks through the mass to hold it in place, keeping her sight clear as she strolled, leisurely down the road in the general direction the islander had told her, her house was.