[@Letter Bee]

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Lez was restless as she finished using the strigil to scrape the cleansing oil from her golden skin which she enjoyed for how smooth and silky it left her feeling. 

She walked from the pad to a large mirror and seemed to enjoy the act of vanity as she inspected every inch with critical detail looking at her muscle tone, any developing blemishes, or anything out of the ordinary. Then she dressed and returned to the mirror and inspected herself once more taking inventory of what she had on, it’s condition, it’s position, if it’s best use is blocked by any other articles she wore. 

A few adjustments later she left her room and went on a search for her partner Ken Neumann to whom she’d been assigned by those who she now worked for. 

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She watched as the trusted smuggler who’d been paid to deliver her to a location far from the hidden base her new partner ran. She only knew him as an eager student who’d joined her in a small class of people who sought her skill with melee weapons, she’d barely had to correct him and had he been given her as a protege in the arena she’d have consider him not a waste of her time. 

Like any former slave or abused animal the young male displayed a weariness of those around him which was to be expected and needed hiding; “You never trusted anyone but yourself when you have worn the collar”.   

Lez had to cover 60 kilometers in  22 hours through uncharted swamp but had paced it to 16 due to averaging 3.75 per hour covering 7 kilometers an hour twice to make up for the slower legs. She slowed pace only when she came to within 3 kilometers of the base; she didn’t want to startle the youth at this base knowing that their inexperience could get her shot but wanting to get close enough to make sure the short range link she had hidden on her person wasn’t intercepted by those with their auditory organs pressed to the door.

It took her 2 hours to cover the ground between herself and the camp twice coming close to what she thought might be listening points or warning sensors. Her form till she found herself at her limit of intrusion had been hidden by a camouflaged long hooded cloak was instantly exposed as she spread it out in a sunlit glade which was caused by the collapse of an old tree.

Her oiled skin now would make sense as chemicals in it drove off the swarms of insect life and her body coloration the same effect any bright colored poisonous creature. She stretched languidly before tapping the center of her headpiece and activating the comms so that any of the base who might have already spotted her she showed no weapons and was in a relaxed non threatening pose.

[color=gold]”Sunset, I repeat this is Sunset, one ping position exposed”[/color] she said before closing the link and going silent.

She had learned well that the thing in her headpiece was as deadly as any blade so rarely enjoyed activating it and felt mildly safer that depowered it couldn’t be used against her by the clever. She prefered the older ways of communication for they brought she and who she was speaking with closer so she could read their body language.