<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 Shack</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Everyone.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting a warning.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Major? There is a vehicle approaching.</tt></em><br/><br/>Iffy's words slid into Anne's head. She looked up, towards the door to the shack.<em>Where? what kind, and how many occupants?</em><br/><br/><em><tt class="bbc_tt">It is a motor cycle. It is coming up the track rapidly. I have tracked it from the target building. There is a single occupant. The vehicle is registered to one Jodie Tough, an employee at the châteaux.</tt></em><br/><br/>Even as Iffy briefed her, Anne was moving. She snapped her fingers at the Israeli point man and sent him a terse message to follow her. The two of them left the building and headed a short way down the track. The bike's engine could now be heard coming closer. "Take this one alive", she said softly, signalling Eric,<em>"Jam all comes in the vicinity of the shack, even ours..."</em><br/><br/>Saul nodded and the two of them vanished into the rock strewn landscape, their chameleon suits making them all but invisible. It was an old, old trick. Saul threw her the handle on the other end of the string he had extracted from his pack. Anne caught it and just as the bike came around the corner, thel both lifted the chord up. It caught on the handlebars of the bike. Both mercenaries braced themselves and held as long as they could. The chord snapped at the weakest points, right by the handles, the wooden weights just beyond them flew, inertia and angular momentum causing them to fly around the bike, unbalancing it and causing it to skid then fall.<br/><br/>Anne was on her feet in a moment, racing towards the downed rider, her gun out, safety off. With a grin she landed both knees heavily on the woman, weapon directed into her face. "Hello, lunch", she said softly. Saul arrived at the same moment, weapon out too. "Eric, are we comm secure? There's no way this bitch got a message off is there?" She snarled at the sys-op. If he was even remotely hesitant, he better hope that the rumours of dead hacker's spirits existing as ghosts in cyberspace were true!<br/><br/>The captive was dragged to her feet and hustled into the shack. "Strip", Anne ordered, then when the woman hesitated, the pistol swung back and forward, the barrel striking the woman on the cheek, opening a bloody gash.