<strong>Agent 053 Hotel Room</strong><br/><br/>Olivia awoke the next morning in the fuzzy pink pajamas her supervisors had included in her equipment. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the picture of the fake family that she had set on her bed stand before flopping down on the bed and just sleeping another hour. It felt great not to have to get up for training, and this mission encouraged her to take her time. After the extra sleep she stumbled into the bathroom and stripped down to nothing. The warm water of her shower cascaded over the curves of her form, it ran in between the average sized breasts with dark nipple flesh and then formed a rivulet down her slender waist that turned into the crack between thigh and pubis before losing itself in her soaking mat of pubic hair. Down her slender back the water glued her hair to her skin and turned around the sides of her plush and rounded rear end that complemented the girls widening of her hips. She had some muscle tone in her thighs and calves as well as her arms, but overall her strength would be deceptive. After shampooing her long dark hair and soaping her body vigorously with a rag she rinsed off and wrapped a towel around her slender finger. The twin orbs of her breasts, just slightly larger than average for a girl her size, held the towel from falling. Another towel was wrapped around her hair.<br/><br/>She was so dressed when she found the note.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">i do not know your name but i saw you by the village tonight and eddie says he knows where you are staying so he can get you this letter. i am stacey. i work for the family. i am a slave. please help me i just want to go home please. i will do anything to get away from them. meet me in the same spot tonight i will wait all night. for the love of god please help me.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Olivia sat on the table and pondered it for a minute. Someone had seen her while she was snooping around. That was for certain now. But who, the note could be a set-up or someone desperate for help to get off the island. If it was a help seeker there would be no reason to answer it, all that could come of it was getting caught. She wasn't here to help free people, but that same person would likely be telling people she was snooping in the woods. No matter how she looked at it her cover was blown. The letter was a cruel joke that presented her with a losing situation all the way around. If this was a set-up, she was already discovered, her cover at least partially blown.<br/><br/>As she dressed in her plain beige skirt and her brown shirt that hugged her torso she decided to wear the brown loafers with high white socks. In town that day, she would hear little of any importance, and upon visiting Enzo's office he was once again not their. By nightfall she was back in hotel room, where she found the knife she had bought yesterday. Olivia decided to explore the woods again tonight, but she had no intention of helping the letter writer. She simply wanted to verify what she saw yesterday, so she would be surveying the village with her night vision glasses again tonight, but at distance of 500 yards away from the spot she had been asked to visit. Not that it mattered, she didn't know that trees and wildlife could be spies for the family.<br/><br/>----------------------------------> To the wilderness<br/>