<strong>Maria Do Mar Carioca De Silva Torres<br/>A Tiny condo on the beach<br/>Battling a headache</strong><br/><br/>In truth Maria, or Mari as she more often was called, was not entirely sure who her father was in the first place. The Man who had raised her, Inspector Torres of the Brazilian Policia Civil, was her personal hero and ,when she wasn't getting in trouble, her number one role model. However, as she grew older, she started to doubt that this man she looked up to was her father at all, instead all the signs seemed to point to her Mother's Ex Boyfriend, and the man who had her murdered. As much as she wanted to be a supercop like Inspector Torres, she could never shake the feelings of self loathing that came with knowing the kind of people her mother and probable real father were.<br/><br/>If she couldn't be a perfect hero though, she could at least get revenge. And go to some fun parties in the meantime, speaking of which, there was still one small detail that needed to be resolved before anything else.<br/>The Naked Brazilian woman crawled out of bed, picking up the gun she had hidden under her pillow, and strolled across the tiny condominium to the refrigerator where she poured herself a drink. AHH! Much better.<br/><br/>Free from the headache Mari surveyed her room. What'shisface was definitely gone, and he hadn't touched anything he shouldn't have. The Condo was a tiny one bedroom setup with a balcony overlooking the beach. The room was longer than it was wide and divided down the middle by a minibar/kitchen set. The first half closest to the door was the Kitchen and Dining area, and the other half closest to the balcony was a combination bedroom and living room dominated by a large Futon and littered with dirty laundry. There was also a small bathroom and shower located on one side and a closet on the other. This condo was one of hundreds of identical units layed out in a perfect row and stacked on top of each other, in dozens of identical buildings lining the beaches of Miami. What seperated it from it's siblings was the amount of military hardware Mari had hidden in various places throughout the room as well as a few hidden booby traps and the subtle re-enforcing she had done to the walls, door, and windows of the Condo. A determined attacker could get in, but not without losing a few men in the process. Daddy, at least her legal father, would be proud.<br/><br/>Satisfied that her Castle was fine she placed her gun down on the counter and made breakfast, a single egg which she swallowed in almost one gulp, before taking another sip of her drink and stepping into the shower. Once the water had washed over her body, She stepped into a bikini bottom and fetched her phone from it's charger, Dialling that girl's number before getting the top.