<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Evepic.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Eve</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>On top of a tree overlooking the road (Ambush Site)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Currently by herself, the team spread across the parameters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Keeping the road clear from unintended intrusions.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The sniper stared at the major for a moment, only a second before reminding herself that some people don't like to be glared at. Unsure of what was the proper way out of that awkwardness, she simply shrugged with a single shoulder, "Sorry." She said before giving her brother a look and then turning to run uphill, effectively slicing the air with her open hands, which she kept parallel to her body, optimizing her speed.<br/><br/>Something was wrong; Eve considered the haunch as she ran through the first row of vegetation, the birch trees at the sides of the road were too thin, too young, too birch. What she was aiming for was a broad and stern-looking oak towering above them from the back, approximately fifty feet tall, with a thick and voluptuous treetop. Without hesitating, she grabbed her tree climbing gear and started climbing up the bark with the haste and expertise that wouldn't shame the common starred agama lizard. All the while climbing, Eve could not shake the nagging feeling, something was wrong, one of the variables did not add up. Was she a lizard? No, Lizards climb trees to find fruit and insects for nutrition, she was gaining height to better hit those down below.<br/><br/>The young sniper finally reached her optimal height, high enough at the top to have a good visual of the road approximately 1.6 miles away in each direction, but not to make the tree bend under her weight or be noticeable by the random observer. Being pleased with the visibility and the supporting branches around her, Eve nailed her climbers' dock deep into the bark, quickly attaching her harness and sliding in the docking panel of her sniper rifle into the corresponding railing on the climbers' dock. Maybe a pigeon, but no- pigeons don't aim at their victims, they drop their feces randomly, and they rarely favor tree tops. The visible distance may have been up to 1.6 miles, but the effective range of her L115A3 AWM was 1,640 yards. Well, 1,665 if you're good, and Eve was indeed that. Some primates aim when they throw feces, but they do that when provoked, as an act of aggression. Eve wasn't there to be provoked, there could be no two-sided aggression, engaging in one would be considered a failure on her part, possibly the loss of her mission objectives. Eve was there to watch from above to make sure there are no undesired variables to sabotage their mission; it was her function to delete any if there were.<br/><br/>At last, Eve recognized the flaw, the miscalculation, the one of thing that was not like the others. A sniper on a tree. The mere improbability and incompatibility of the notion made her head hurt, a flaw in the design, a dent in the machine, the stratagem was impaired, the variables clashed, and Eve wanted to go home. Home… a concept recognized by any intelligent being, embedded deep into the genes of every creature that ever returned to the same place over the number of times that would defeat the probability of a coincidence, creating an empirical fact: home was known and held meaning to everyone, even a lab creature, designed and trained by cold eyed admirers of deduction. But home was… "So far away, and so long ago." Eve mumbled. Accepting the futility of the urge to return home, Eve retreated to a mental version of. Adam. Adam told her once, to tell the difference between her inside voice and the outside, and when the inside hurts- she should focus on his voice, on his words, and find her way back to solid ground. Adam said-<em><strong>Trust the lady with the cold eyes.</strong></em>Adam said-<em><strong>Do as she orders, and we might have a home here.</strong></em>Home again- perhaps<em>not</em>so long ago, and<em>not</em>so far away. Eve watched at the ambush site through the telescopic lens of her sniper rifle, all the while switching her micro communication device on. "Overwatch in position."