<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hellomagazine.com/imagenes/profiles/jennifer-connelly/769-connollyprofb.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Tisha Magnessen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Ambush site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nikita, Adam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Having her skull exploded</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Tisha's struggling became weaker and weaker. The woman sitting on her seemed to heavier and heavier and she felt herself sinking into the mud. The punches were so hard and her skull so broken that she felt as if they were hitting her brains directly. The blow echoed through her maddened mind.<br/><br/>She did not even noticed the sound of the first two gunshots. To her they were not really different from Nikita's punches. She did not see the death approaching. Not the quick one at least. Her eyes were much too swollen for that and her mind was too dazzled. The sound of the gunshot reached her ears and then her brains at the same time as the bullet, which put a quick end to the last remnants of her analysis power. Her body had a last, powerful jerk that almost pushed Nikita off her and then she became completely limp, the top half of her head reduced to infinitesimal bloody crumbles mixed to the mud of the ditch.