Origami looked at the mass green scenery of the Mystic Jungle coming into view. She’d thought about having her own hideout in it, but the atmosphere and lack of internet access had deterred her. Once she was at the very edges of the jungle, she parked her Jeep under a massive plant. 

Then she went to the trunk and got a change of clothes. Thick soled boots, khaki pants, and a tank top (red of course). She tied her hair back with a band, and looked over her weapon display. A stun gun for short range, and her favorite sword for hacking through the underbrush. Brute work for such an elegant weapon, but it would have to do the trick for now. 

Making a mental note to add a proper machete to her arsenal just in case, she hoisted the rest of her gear into a backpack and started trekking for the coordinates.