Anne checked her emails and read the commission with interest. This one was worth taking. The price was right, the location was ... interesting, and it looked like it should be a milk run, with a bit of luck. Not much by way of detail but that was why she had a hacker in her employ.<br/><br/>A second email, from Iffie, disturbed her greatly. This was interesting.<br/><br/>"Iffie, give me a list of currently available potentials?"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Nikita stack. Soffia Nilsson, Roger Erikson, Vladimir Borovski, Kirra West, Roger Farquat, Bibi Maloo, Gina Rassat, and... Richard Preston</span><br/><br/>The dossiers on each operative flowed into her head and she reviewed each one in turn. "Preston, eh? And our resident hacker?"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Is unaware of him. I wiped the hack the moment I discovered it.</span><br/><br/>"Good. Send a message to Stack, Nilsson, West, Preston and Defoe. I want a face to face meeting. The top floor of the Canary Wharf building in Old London, ten hundred hours on the dot, day after tomorrow."<br/><br/>Canary Wharf, once the pride of London's Docklands Redevelopment in the 1990s, had fallen into disuse in the 2020s during the world-wide financial crash. It was now a derelict structure surrounded by brocken security fences, with bits falling off it as it's foundations were undermined by the rising tides that were slowly engulfing East London. It was a hang-out for tramps and drug-users. None of whom would pose a threat to her, and if her selected team couldn't deal with them they were not good enough.<br/><br/>Major Anne Laughton smiled. After almost a month, since the last rather disastrous mission, Iron Fist was back in business!