<strong>Agent 053 - Alias Olivia Bernette</strong><br/><br/>She was in fairly good shape from the day of resting and exploring the town. Olivia was clean, sated, and in practical clothes that weren't geared for combat but wouldn't hinder her movement. She was wearing jeans with composite knee pads to provide some armor for a critical area. Navy blue hiking sneakers graced her petite girlish feet. She was built a bit like Eris, only her body was more curved and she was few inches taller, plus where Eris was soft from lack of exercise or training she was tight and adequately muscled. There was a bit of muscle in her soft arms and her thighs were solid from her work and training. Her waist wasn't chiseled but it was firm and tight in the front, lean and mean. As for her breasts, they had become larger than the agency allowed so she had been labeled with a minor handicap because of their size. The agency preferred their assassins to be able to move quickly without hindrance or extra weight, they preferred a b-cup or smaller for assassin's who were not bred to use their sexual skills in their work. Olivia had rather pert C-cups, handfuls of flesh she had to keep restrained with cloth bandages and tight bra's so she could make the quick and erratic movements required by her work without distraction. She was a very average looking girl, pretty but not overly sensual in her looks or build. Her ability to blend into a crowd was her biggest asset at times.<br/><br/>When she saw the fake Enzo and came to get a closer look she realized this guy matched the profile and the few old or grainy pictures she had seen. Completely fooled, she thought she was with her target, but unlike Samuel she knew she wasn't alone. Her heart skipped a beat when he said her purpose on the island was known, but she wouldn't blow her cover from her own words, she would maintain her innocence for now. If she killed Enzo now, it would be suicide, she needed to have an avenue of escape assured. Plus, her mission wasn't to kill Enzo, it was to kill as many of them possible. If she left the island with only one kill and no new information the mission would be considered a failure. More information was needed, she needed to know what those creatures were, she needed to know what the Xantelli were doing on this island.<br/><br/>"I was just trying to commune with nature and relax, but then I got your little note after seeing something I shouldn't have. I want to know what is going on here," she said, "What were those weird creatures farming at night in the woods. What exactly is going on here on this island. Are you going to kill me because I've seen some sort of experiment I shouldn't have?"<br/><br/>She turned on her goggles and looked about, not seeing any snipers or any other forces detectable. Was she really alone with this man or did they have forces that were so well hidden. Olivia knew of the special forces team that had landed on the island only to be lost within minutes of their arrival.<br/><br/>"What are you people hiding here!"<br/><br/>Then she could swear she heard movement behind her/ Fearing for her life and losing herself, Olivia rushed at Samuel with lightning reflexes superior to the world's best athletes, twirled around him, and pressed the knife against his throat but didn't slice. If snipers were hidden they wouldn't fire if one of their own was held hostage.<br/><br/>"If your friends out their tell them to stand down or I will kill you!" Olivia said into his ear, "I want answers, what's the game of sending me a note, what are you doing to people here!?"