Anne shrugged. Life was tough, and the time to back out of a job was<em>before</em>the details were revealed, not after. Shame to waste such talent, but...<br/><br/>Nikki came back in, reloading her weapons. "Good. Iffie, what's our first alternates?"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Working on it. We have a heavy waiting down stairs. Not got the explosives skills, but she's good with weapons and close combat.</span><br/><br/>"Good. I can run point if necessary, or Nikki, you can... Locks aren't really your thing, I know, but maybe with geek-boy there we can manage. Iffie, get working on finding us a boomer, and send the tank up".<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Yes, Major</span><br/><br/>The AI sent a message to Maria, telling her to make her way to the top floor of the tower at once, and initiated a search for an explosives expert and a locksmith. She was actually quite upset, as much as a computer could be. Not at the deaths - human lives meant nothing to her, but at her own failure to predict the reaction of the two humans.