Walking through the crowded streets that surrounded a local marketplace in the Bahamas.  It was odd.  Half of the island was full of resorts made for the rich, famous, and disturbingly cruel, while the rest of the island was so pour most couldn't even afford to live in something better than a hut.  It was a course enterprise that was being performed on the island; but she wasn't there to put a stop to that particular disgrace.  No, she would leave that issue to GreenPeace, or whatever other organization decided to take on the impossible job of making the world a better place.<br/><br/>No, she was here for something very different.  She was here to get her sister back, and kill the men who were making her do....not very nice things.  That was an easy enough task.  Kill a small amount of people; save a few kidnapped girls.  She wasn't taking on the world, just a few unscrupulous business men.  But apparently that was more than enough to get her burned by the M16.  She didn't mind, she needed to do this.  So long as they didn't interrupt her in her task; she was content.  For now anyway.<br/><br/>Walking into an alleyway; she pulls off her grimy white top and slacks, revealing an expensive looking swimsuit.  With that, she puts all the clothing in a beach bag, and then she walks into the nearby hotel's pool area casually.  Easy.<br/><br/>As long as you were white and wearing the correct wardrobe; no one would question that she belonged there.  Especially not someone with as disgustingly a rich face as the one Dahlia had.  Her skin was tan from the weeks spent on the isle, but with the right shiny suntan lotion it could look like the fake tan that people spent thousands of dollars on in order to make it look real.  She was faking a fake tan.  There was almost a kind of humor in that.<br/><br/>Her dark brown hair was pulled back with a barrette; leaving her face open for the inspection that the rich and fabulous so loved to give to one another, and loved even more to receive.  Matching brown eyes peer around the area carefully before she spots him.<br/><br/>Evil  unscrupulous business man number one.<br/><br/>With that, she slowly takes a lounge chair on the other side of the pool from him.  Slipping on a pair of oversized sunglasses she had put in her bag earlier, she lays back in the chair; carefully keeping watch of the man.