Sharon sighed and took stock. She didn't doubt that a miniature microphone and a heart attack inducer really were implanted somewhere within her, so she had little choice but to go through with the mission. She noticed that, however her enlarged breasts had been achieved, there was no obvious sign that they were other than completely natural. The leaflet had some biographical information on Guevara, and also a map of the island and the surrounding waters. Her start position was marked with a cross. She was about ten miles north of the island. A box was shown in which Guevara's fishing-boat was expected to be. It was about ten miles square. She was now on the midpoint of its northern edge, with the island coast forming the southern edge.
She ate some of the K-rations, then attached the bag to her back (the bag had straps for this purpose). She pondered a moment. It would take her some time to fully search an area of 100 square miles, especially as the boat would not necessarily stay in one place. However, the three best fishing grounds were marked on her map, and the boat was most likely to be at one of those. She headed off in the direction of the nearest, which was some five miles away. Her powerful tail propelled her through the water (for swimming, her arms were almost irrelevant). In spite of the water resistance caused by her breasts, she was soon skimming along at some five miles an hour. She felt good. The sun was shining and the water was warm. She found that now she was exerting herself more, she did need to breathe, but only one breath every three or four minutes. Her need for oxygen somehow seemed to have been drastically reduced, and she thought that if she needed to she could stay underwater for at least an hour if she didn't do anything too energetic.
Sun Jun 27 11:31:40 1999