<strong>Agent 053 - All About the Island but mostly in the forest.</strong><br/><br/>As Olivia made her way back to the forest it was very hard to wrap her mind around what she had seen. When she had studied mythical creatures and the gods she had been told by her instructors that such things didn't exist, that the tails were figurative. But what was supposed to be the work of man's imagination was tilling fields under the moonlight right on this island. She was glad to have bought the dagger, it was actually functional enough to easily cut through vines and other obstacles as she managed her way back to the hotel.<br/><br/>The night air was so humid here, it felt like she was breathing in water vapor. There was no wind, but she heard the branches of the tree's stirring. She saw branches moving in odd ways under the thin moonlight. Agent 053 had studied the effects of various drugs and was beginning to wander if she had taken in a hallucinogen. But she felt completely sober and fine except for the dirt on her shoes and the foliage on her skirt and her white top. When they had told her she was to play the part of a tourist and that her body was the only weapon she'd be bringing on the island she had assumed the job was so easy they didn't want her skills to rust. Suddenly she was feeling like they had another reason. Whoever ran this island, she believed they had eyes everywhere and were tracking her even as she quietly trekked through the forest in the dead of night.<br/><br/>If she would have landed with a gun she wouldn't have even had a chance to assassinate one Xantelli. Agent 053 had figured it out, her supervisors didn't expect her to survive this, once she had killed Enzo or a target of opportunity her cover would be blown and she'd have no chance to escape them. Her life had been too cruel, nothing but training to kill from an early age. Agent 053 didn't even have a real name, she had nothing, she was owned by the world, by the U.N. and the IMF. After working for two years she was starting to know the real world and wonder why she had never had a normal childhood as depicted in some of the literature she had found. She had been asking questions she shouldn't have. Maybe that was why they considered her expendable. It was a cruel joke that her disguise and her alias was a fictional version of the life she wished she had. There was no one to go back to, no one to care, all the people who had looked after her, trained her, were doing a high paying job.<br/><br/>The girl pushed these thoughts from her mind, defecting from the agency was a death sentence, questioning the agency was a death sentence, she had turned out far too human for her own good. She saw the hotel and decided to take a shower and go to bed. Just for the night, she would pretend in the solace of her mind that she really was a high school graduate on vacation, that her future was bright, and that she had a family back home waiting to welcome her with open arms when she got back. Maybe she could even have an annoying little brother she was glad to be away from. Just for the night, she imagined what her family would be like if she had one.<br/><br/>In the morning, she'd find the note.