<div class="floatleft">(http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01671/SNN1201AA-_1671482a.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Jodie Tough (NPC)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Running up that hill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Soon about to meet IF team</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Riding her bike</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Even though Jodie Tough's shift was over she could not just relax and join her colleagues in the guards' quarters. Something was amiss, she felt it although she could not point at any hard proof. It was more like an intuition. After having being a survivor and then a mercenary in countless African wars, feeling danger was something you either got or were dead. It had started with that cop car that had gone missing. This did not concern them but still, it was odd.<br/><br/>However, she did not want to warn her boss. She did not want any joke about "feminine intuition" or "period-induced nervosity". She never felt better than when she was alone on a mission, having nobody but her to rely upon for success or death.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll be back. Don't wait on me!"</strong>she told her mates as she straddled her motorbike and kicked the engine on. She smiled as she felt the machine vibrate between her powerful thighs. She released the brake and the bike roared toward the secondary entrance, the one reserved to service. Maybe this was indeed just her nerves but she wanted to be sure or she would not be able to sleep.<br/><br/>At the door she felt the Security System touching her mind, scanning her identity.<br/><br/><strong>"Agent Tough, off duty. Out for private stuff,"</strong>she messaged. The gates opened just enough to let her go out.<br/><br/>Jodie knew the Château had all kinds of sensors to detect abnormal activity in the vicinity but still she could never totally rely on machines and cameras. She only believed her eyes. This had saved her on several occasions in the past. Maybe this was ridiculous... but she would go anyway.<br/><br/>She knew a small hill nearby where one had an impregnable 360° sight over the whole area. She wanted to go there and see by herself. If anything was wrong she would know it. Or she could come back reassured to the Château. She drove up the small road that led to the hilltop.