Scuba Equipment

Valerie looked at the yacht through her binoculars. It wasn't very tall, meaning she could climb on board without needing a lot of equipment. That meant getting on board was her first challenge - her speedboat would make way too much noise for her approach to be undetected.

She opened the bag sitting next to her on the passenger seat. It contained scuba equipment, a short wetsuit, and a tiny tool pouch she could strap across her thigh. She took out the suit from the bag, inspecting it. Her gaze went downward, on to her own body.

She had been naked while driving the boat - after all, it was night and there was nobody around. At least, that's how she justified it to herself. The truth was, ever since her captivity, she found nudity relaxing. She preferred being naked as much as possible - as long as nobody was around to see her. If her superiors found out about this, they would order her to be mentally analyzed - and she wanted to avoid that at all costs. She would not be stuck in that rehabilitation facility they had made for the rescued women.

She began to put on the suit, but hesitated. She found herself debating in her mind - did she really need to wear the suit? The yacht was small, and her mission would likely only take minutes. She would quietly sneak in, steal the module and then dive back into the water. Nobody would see her. In a situation where stealth was required, the suit wouldn't really be of any help - to the contrary, the squeaking of rubber might end up being a hindrance rather than a benefit.

No doubt her conditioning was the reason she was even having this internal debate - she would be lying to herself if she pretended otherwise. Still, she couldn't find many arguments in favor of wearing the suit. Yes, it would cover her naked body - but if she was detected on the ship, it wouldn't matter much. An intruder, naked or not, was still an intruder. It would protect her modesty, but knowing this shadowy organization, that likely wouldn't be the case for long if she was captured.

No, she shook herself. She could not - would not - let herself be captured again. She held the suit in front of her, the yacht visible in the distance. Time was running out, and she had to make a decision.