<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.buyingasword.com/content/images/thumbs/0085465_articulated-gauntlets.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> GM POST</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> An undisclosed location, andThe road near the ambush site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>IFFY. Also a couple of random NPCs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>IFFY: Passing on vital information. The NPCs: minding their own business </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>IFFY received the first message from Saul Dayan, and passed it on to Major Laughton<tt class="bbc_tt">"Point reports target acquired"</tt>. Laughton's reply was a single burst of static, which meant "Message received and understood". IFFY waited, amusing herself by analysing the static burst and breaking it down into its component frequencies, then seeing how many ways she could recombine them to conceal a possible coded message. She had almost managed to encrypt the complete works of Shakespeare into that single burst of white noise when the second transmission came in giving details of the rental vehicle.<br/><br/>This message she forwarded to all the team members, then quickly finished off her encryption game. In cyberspace, she knocked on the door of the AI that monitored the traffic cameras in that region of the FEE. The two of them had become friends over the last few hours and she had arranged to meet him to pass some time. Once inside his stronghold, she quickly sent tendrils of herself stealthily into his monitoring systems, picked up the Pink sports car and monitored it's progress. She followed the IF van as well, confident that she would be able to erase all trace of her "tampering" when she left.<br/><br/>A warning flag tripped one of her systems. A police car had left one of the local villages on a routine patrol. She tried to trace it but almost tripped a flag in the police AI.<br/><br/>When the sports car left the main road, she lost track of it. And then an age later - it must have been all of a minute - Dayan reported loosing contact. She passed this on to the major along with the warning that there was a police patrol somewhere in the vicinity. It was probably nothing to worry about.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://police-car-photos.com.s3.amazonaws.com/2955.jpg)</div>Irienne Montpellier drove the Renault patrol car down the narrow lanes at a sensible speed. She was on a routine visit to one of the houses in the area which seemed to have a faulty burglar alarm. The alarm kept going off at strange hours and whenever it did the neighbours would call the police. It had become a joke at the police station, and there was a pool running to see when the alarm would go off next. The stupid thing was that the property appeared to be empty during the week. The alarm never went off at weekends, and in spite of many requests from the police, the property's owners had never got around to having it checked.<br/><br/>Rene Velune sat beside her in the car, her partner of five years. Both of them were experienced cops, both were more than capable of handling anything that they would normally encounter in the course of their duties. The police car wound its way into the birch wood from the South even as the pink sports car was entering from the north.