<div class="floatleft">(http://i49.tinypic.com/f43dok.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Nikita Stack</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her room for the time being.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Alone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Planning</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The room, was an impressive one. Nikita took its view in, particularly the grand sight which the window offered and turned back with a smile. "Thank you so much for such warm welcome. I look forward to tomorrow."<br/><br/>The woman vanished and now she was left alone again. The door was shut down and Nikita could hear the woman's calm footsteps walk away in the distance. The moment she did, Nikita laid down on the bed, connecting with the secure link which Cavendish had set up for them. That pale shit, he could be quite handy (and rather kinky when he decided to be!) really. His last antic was an impressive one, but right now she had far more on her plate than marveling over past deeds. First, she sent a messge to her team.<br/><br/>"Orlando is in."<br/><br/>Then, she opened up her data on Tisha. Those complicated papers on research all stood in front of her now. God, this was irritating. Most of it she completely failed to understand. An actor, politician, security peronnel...heck, anyone she could easily impersonate. But a scientist? Was difficult! Now the relevant portions [or so she thought] were open in front of her, she fired another message.<br/><br/>"Cavendish, you twerp and rest of the team on this link, I need all of you help me<em>pronto</em>! I want you to feed me all the important information on Tisha's theories, her research and what she<em>intended</em>to achieve. I am thoroughly clueless with this right now because its just way too much for me to process and I have to meet Maria tomorrow and impress her with my so called knowledge. She already suspected me for brief moment but I managed. Disguise, is wonderful, the specifications of knowledge at my end? Are not!"