<strong>The Forest- Olivia Bernette</strong><br/><br/>Her background was fictional, what little there was of it. From the information provided she was an upper middle class girl who was seeking to celebrate her graduation in style. She couldn't afford the thrills of the brothel, but she had paid enough for a good month in one of the regular hotel rooms of meager accommodations.<br/><br/>The thermal imaging detected a figure in the clearing. It looked to be a man and not a woman by the shape and size of it. Something was certainly up. Olivia turned off the thermal and tried to see if she could pick anything up from the vantage point of a moss colored rock overlooking the clearing. It was too easy, way too easy. Olivia had an impending sense of dread, it felt like whoever she was stalking was forty steps ahead, or like she was a mouse in a maze. All she had was the knife she had bought, and she was sure that her enemies knew she had it with her. If she had at least had some weapons to make a stand, or a sniper rifle, anything!<br/><br/>Olivia huddled down the side of the rock. There was no way she was taking that bait, it was probably some innocent anyway. She dug her nails into her palms. The thermal vision goggles was the toy of a rich girl and she had brought the knife to cut through the woods because she wanted to explore and play with her goggles. That would be the explanation she would give when they questioned her. She was sure it was coming. Instead of going for a kill, she needed to confirm that the man in the clearing was her target. So she hatched a simple plan. They had given her a letter, and as a simple tourist girl who liked intrigue and genuinely wanted to help she would respond. If this was a trap, she could simply explain herself and remind them that she was paying for a good time.<br/><br/>There was so much she didn't know but she felt she was about to find out more as she approached the clearing.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," she asked, feigning timidity, "Did you write me this letter?"