<strong>Mari<br/>Emerging from La Mar<br/>A beach near Malaya's preferred bar.</strong><br/><br/>Like Venus emerging from the sea, Mari waded up to the shore and strode out of the orange tinted waves lit by the setting sun still cracking through the rows of condominiums. It was late and there weren't many people swimming at this hour, just some homeless kids picking through trash that the day's tourists had left on the beach. Mari's sudden arrival, combined with her sexy body and confidant strut, startled them and they stared at this woman as if she was some kind of ocean goddess visiting to the world of men on some divine mission.<br/><br/>Mari noticed the children as well, but simply continued walking. She used to hang out with kids like this back in Rio, it reminded her of home more than anything, but she had work to do. Right now all she had was the Tiny blue and white bikini clinging to her curves. Her weapons and gear had been discarded at the bottom of the Canal when she made her escape from Isobell's boat. And she was now without weapons, money, a phone, or even shoes.<br/><br/>None of these things were strictly necessary for Mari however. She had a knack for using what she had to get what she wanted, and as she climbed the stairs from the beach to the boulevard she spotted a bar. Walking up to the doorman she put on her best face and worked her magic.<em> "Hey, I was swimming and some asshole stole my things. Can I please use the house phone?"</em>