<strong>Maj. Laughton</strong><br/><br/>Anne was in the kitchen, making lunch. Cooking was something of a hobby of hers, in this day and age of instant meals. She found it relaxing.<br/><br/>The two sauces for the lasagne were just about done and she was carefully grating some cheese to sprinkle on the top, when a message came in from Reaper (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100602.msg4522154#msg4522154).<br/><br/>She replied, and then continued cooking, wondering what the fuck had gone wrong this time. She opened a news channel on her implant, scanning it for anything out of the ordinary.