"And Action!" Syd yelled, as silence came over the set. Lucinda was laying on her back on a bed with mosquito netting behind her and wrapped over the lens of the camera for a cheesecake filming. Dressed in only the sheets from the bed and her privacy shield, she was going to get the scene right this time. Very slowly, she stretched and smiled softly as the camera panned down to the actor slowly coming up from the foot of the bed. Roddy Demhurst was taking his tongue and licking her from her legs up, slowly, sensually.

Rollie was behind the catering table, eating a sandwich as Angie stood under Syd's elevated chair, waiting for the F/X cue. As Roddy made his way up to Lucinda's neck, they murmured their lines without a flaw and Roddy flung the sheet away and began to start his lovemaking moves. Angie was curiously drawn to how effective Roddy was making the scene go as Lucinda also seemed very into her part today on the second take. Michael, as Ricardo, was standing back out of the camera zone and not really paying close attention to his new bride in the middle of her love scene. Instead, he looked very impatient, watching the crew and production staff walking around the set.

Rollie watched him for a moment, then turned back to the filming. He could see Angie's head turning slightly and then her hand going down to holographic projection system console. He smiled, watching her concentration as she hit her cue in the middle of the actors' climax, projecting the evil imagery of an ancient Mayan mage in mask waving his staff menacingly. Lucinda, seeing the green light from the top of the prop bed, suddenly sat up, breathlessly- her lover, Roddy, looking shocked at he stared at the image behind them. He fumbled over her, causing the sheet around her that had been keeping the film in the PG-13 range to go R in a flash of skin and breasts exposed.

Rollie almost choked on his sandwich, trying to keep from laughing as Angie turned off the holographic system, sitting down in her chair, sighing. Syd was out of his chair screaming at Roddy who was trying to explain why he did what he did and Lucinda was laughing hysterically, flipping her sheet off her chest in little exposures. Michael came closer to the busted scene, doing his part as the concerned husband now.

"Lucy!" he said, feigning embarrassment as she continued to laugh. Roddy got up, almost buck naked with his privacy shield slightly ajar. He was looking directly at Angie who had started to eat a carrot that Rollie had handed her to eat earlier. He flexed his pectorals suddenly and she grinned, taking her carrot and holding it at a 45 degree angle, then letting it drop suddenly. Roddy bristled and shouted for his robe from wardrobe.

"Ange, that was a terrible thing to do!" Rollie said, scolding her with a mischievous look in his eyes, "remember our little motto, 'can't we all just get along' here?"

She looked up at him, biting the carrot with a resounding snap and he jerked back, saying "Ouch!"

By the time the hysterics were over and Syd had calmed down, they went for the third take. PG-13 was sanctified perfectly for the take and Syd cried, "cut" with a resounding bellow.

Michael moved toward Lucinda as she grabbed her robe from the wardrobe girl and wrapped it around her. She gave him a knowing look but he shrugged his shoulders, telling her without saying it, that the contact he been waiting for had not been made.

Angie and Rollie watched their display and both frowned. "There's something there that is still not right!" Angie told Rollie who stooped beside her chair.

"Yeah, Lucinda is acting a bit strange, eh? Almost like she is on to the Michael cover thing, you think? When I see them together, they seem to click much more on a high beam. When they are around us, she goes back to low beam in a heart beat."

"Hmm," Angie replied, "hey, they are splitting up. I'll go talk to Lucinda and you go talk to Michael. Let's see if he is getting ready to tell her."

"Good idea, I'm off," Rollie said, standing up and started after Michael who was walking away from the set. Angie got out of her chair and walked over to Lucinda's trailer. She started to go in but heard Lucinda's voice, low and decidedly engaged with someone inside.

"Oh God, you were magnificent!" she heard Lucinda say to someone. There was a lot of heavy breathing and Angie could hear the sound of them moving or crashing toward the back of the trailer. The whole trailer seemed to rock suddenly and Angie's eyes popped a little as she saw that the door was ajar about two inches. Lying on the floor beside the entrance was a male privacy shield.

Angie made a beeline for Rollie but couldn't find him. So she sat, nonchalantly near the catering table, eating a little lunch herself and spying on Lucinda's trailer. After sitting for over thirty minutes and fully stuffed, she was going to call it quits with the spying when she saw the door to Lucinda's trailer open slightly. Peering out carefully, clothed in his white terry-cloth robe was Roddy Demhurst. He moved like a panther out of the trailer and stealthily to his own, not more than twenty yards away.

"Penny for your thoughts, there, Ange?" Rollie asked, breaking her concentration as she looked up at him, her eyes widened with the sudden realization of what she had come to terms with in living detail now.

"Hey Rollie? Come on, we need to talk!" she said, getting up from her vantagepoint and she lead him over to the F/X trailer. Once inside, she shut the door, and began to pace back and forth.

"What is it, Ange?" Rollie said, chuckling but frowned as he saw how distressed she seemed.

"Rollie, I was going to talk with Lucinda, like we planned and when I got to her trailer, I heard her talking to someone, she wasn't alone…"

"Yeah, so?"

"I heard a man, they were making out, you know and then, I saw the privacy shield by the door- the door was open about two inches and I saw it, clear as day."

"So, Lucinda pulled it off as she came in, those things are pretty uncomfortable, you know."

"No, it wasn't the female one, it was the male one!"

"What?"

"And, I waited over by the catering table and watched like a big goof, waiting and guess who crept out of her trailer, in his robe?"

"Roddy?"

"Yep! Jeez, Rol- what's going on here?"

"Not like our Luce at all, is it?" Rollie said, sitting then, running his fingers through his hair.

"Did you talk to Michael? He did tell her, maybe that's why she's doing what she's doing, a rebound thing or something?" Angie asked, trying to fit pieces together in her boggled mind.

"No, couldn't find him. He just vanished. Tell you what…what say we just go visit Lucinda and give her our field observations? Might as well hear it straight, huh? Rollie suggested to her as she nodded, rubbing her hands together.

"Hey Rollie, something else you should know," Angie added, thinking back to when Lucinda and she had been coming back from the tomb site the day before, "Lucinda had a small gold relic in her pocket when we rescued her yesterday from the tomb. She showed it to me, telling me she took it from the skeleton in the tomb. She told me not to tell anyone. Now that I think about it, does that sound like Luce to you?"

"This whole thing is starting to stink. Maybe after talking to her, we get them both together and find out what really is going on here."

"Suppose Lucinda doesn't want 'Ricardo' to know about her little affair with Roddy?" Angie asked before they exited the trailer.

"First things first, Lucinda Scott is getting a friendly call from us," he told her and grabbed her hand.

They went to her trailer but she was gone. Syd didn't need Tyler F/X for the afternoon shoot so they asked around, finding out that someone had seen Luce going back to the lodge with her husband. They returned to the lodge and with intentions of revealing all and confronting them both, they knocked on their bungalow door.

"Luce? Open the door, it's Angie and Rollie!" Angie yelled through the door as Rollie pounded on the natural bamboo door. There was the sound of a thump inside and something breaking. When no one answered, Rollie decided to take matters into his own hands and forced the door open with his shoulder in a giant heave.

Rollie fell through the doorway as the bamboo gave way and Angie followed only to be stopped by Rollie's protective arm swinging back and catching her. He pulled her into his arms, holding her head against his chest; "Oh God! Luce!"

Angie pushed away from him; not buying what she had caught a glimpse of in their rush through the threshold.

"Let me go!" she told him, wrestling free and ran over to the woman lying in the floor. Blood was oozing from a small caliber bullet hole in her forehead, as Lucinda's lifeless eyes began to bulge from her brain filling with the hemorrhaging blood trapped inside her skull.

"Oh! Oh God!" Angie whimpered, her tears streaming down her face as she rocked in front of Lucinda's body. A broken lamp lay on the floor near her head as well. Rollie stooped over her, putting his arms around her moving body. He could barely look at Luce. His eyes watered, his mind racing.

Angie put her hand down, starting to touch Lucinda's hand but Rollie grabbed her arm, shaking his head; "We can't touch her, Ange. We have to call the police here."

Angie clenched her hands over Rollie's protective arms, sobbing and he murmured his despair to her as well, trying to console her as well as himself. He knew Michael had taken the extremely easy way out. Obviously unable to reveal his true self to her, he must have made his contact, gotten what he needed and then killed her so there wouldn't be any loose ends. Except him and Angie, he thought suddenly! They certainly would have been loose ends as well. It didn't make sense for Michael to have done this, he deduced. He looked down at Lucinda again, the blood from the bullet wound still seeping but curiously, her forehead was starting to balloon outward and her cheeks were doing the same.

Rollie let Angie go, stood up and walked over to Lucinda's body. Angie stood up and looked down at him as he bent over her and did the very thing he warned her not to do. He touched her face, putting his finger over the forehead area, pushing down and feeling the bulging mass.

"I don't believe it!" he said, his face showing his amazement as he looked up to Angie, in shock. She blinked;

"What? What are you doing?"

He started to feel up around her hairline and suddenly, very slowly began to peel off the skin. Blood began to pour out as the very life-like skin was removed, revealing a face beneath it.

"Oh, it's a mask!" Angie remarked, falling to her knees, and sighed deeply.

They both stared at the complete stranger that had been shot to death on the floor of Michael's bungalow.