<strong>The Forest</strong><br/><br/><strong>Enzo</strong><br/><br/>Enzo was close enough to listen to the conversation, and to observe Olivia in the dim moonlight. She moved gracefully through the shadows; he couldn't make out much more than her shapely silhouette. He peered through a gap between his two towering bodyguards, their cold-blooded bodies masking his own comparatively normal one.<br/><br/><strong>Samuel</strong><br/><br/>Samuel the slave was, after appropriate alterations, the spitting image of Dr. Enzo. He was a passable actor, but had none of the real man's polish or erudition. He was also acutely aware that the woman who was walking up to him could easily be a trained assassin, and that his own life might be measured in moments. As he was instructed, he played the part as best as he could and hoped that if anything went wrong he would either not be blamed, or he would be killed. Samuel had no desire to live through the sorts of punishments that the Xantelli's distributed for failure.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat and held up his empty hands. His current voice was deeper and more precise than his natural one. It sounded strange to his ears. "Olivia Bernette, I presume? I am Doctor Enzo Xantelli. I am afraid that this has been a ruse. Your purpose here on the island is known to us. Your life will be much easier if you choose to surrender now." That was it for the prepared speech. Anything else he'd have to ad-lib. He was told there would be other slaves here, ones that were geared for fighting, but he couldn't see any. He felt extremely alone.<br/><br/><br/>