<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2007/12/25/amd_michelle-rodriguez.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Major Anne Laughton</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Ambush Site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Stack, Zuhau, Cavendish, the DeWitts. (Dayan driving the van)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Setting up the ambush, then waiting.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Major Laughton, ex-SAS, mercinary and ruthless CEO of Iron Fist Inc, surveyed her team as they piled from the van. "Okay people you all know your jobs. This<em>should</em>be a milk-run. Yeah, I know, I just jinxed it." She rolled her eyes at her own superstitions nonsense, then quickly went over the team's orders again, now they were here on site. "Saul, get going. Let IFFY know on the secure link the moment you acquire the target, and especially let us know the vehicle she picks. We know she has a booking with Avis, so hang out neat the desk." She closed the door of the van and watched it drive off.<br/><br/>"Eric", Anne's eyes hardened slightly. She had a field soldier's mistrust of system operatives. She'd been let down by them on more than one occasion and was more than willing to run any op without one, but IFFY insisted she wasn't able to provide the sort of cover needed, so Anne reluctantly agreed. "Get yourself out of sight, get that car to the agreed spot, wait for the target's vehicle and then do your thing."<br/><br/>The sniper, she was reasonably confident in. The girl was quiet, but snipers usually were. And Anne had never seen a better shot! "Eve, pick yourself a tree up on the hill there, and set up. Let me know the instant you see anything coming on the road. Especially if it's the target."<br/><br/>Anne turned to her explosives expert. The chinese girl was something of a wildcard, but she was very good. "Zu, you're with Eric, get out of sight. As soon as the decoy comes around that bend, do your thing. And remember," here she put on a fake cockney accent, "You're only supposed to blow the bloody wheels off!"<br/><br/>Chuckling at her own joke, she turned to the close support specialist. "Adam". She glanced at the sniper's retreating back. The fact that the two of them were actually clones, closer than brother and sister, was not lost on her, and nor was the fact that they shared a bed. But complex relationships were par for the course and Laughton didn't judge. "She's up for it?" the team leader asked softly.<br/><br/>She pointed to the uphill side of the road. "Find yourself a good spot. If we get trouble, come in thumping!"<br/><br/>Anne turned to the final member of the team. "Okay, girl, here we go again..." She grinned and rubbed the sore spots on her wrists where Stack had chained her to the bed the night before. Her backside was still deliciously painful from the flogging. Complex relationships indeed... She admired the make-up job Stack was wearing. Her own face, but with cuts and bits of glass and metal apparently sticking out. She looked like an extra from a horror movie. Stack was the only one present not wearing a chameleon suit. "Get out of site, Nikki. In the ditch there might be best."<br/><br/>The major surveyed the scene. None of the team were now visible from the road, not even Stack, who had an uncanny ability to vanish even without chameleon clothing. Satisfied, she headed for cover herself, and settled down to wait.