<div class="floatleft">(http://i49.tinypic.com/f43dok.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Nikita Stack</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Hiding in a nearby ditch</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Alone, with team spread over the perimeter.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Waiting.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Here they were. On yet another mission. Just how many times they had gone through this routine and yet every time they were about to embark upon it, the excitement was still the same. The team had changed over the course of years, but ethos had not. The drive had been smooth, and finally they had reached the destination. Major Anne Laughton giving orders in her usual quickfire manner whilst Nikita sat there, looking like an anomaly amongst her teammates decked in a similar attire. She continued to admire her own reflection as they all were told what to do.<br/><br/>Her face, bleeding in all the right places, a large shard of glass was stuck in her cheek and small pieces of metal had peppered her forehead, plus there were minor wounds all over her body. She was a bloody mess of the sort which would have freaked the hell out of anyone who saw her right now. Just how much had she enjoyed creating this piece of art. t had taken her an age to perfect this look, which certainly had been a challenge. Nikita, considered herself to be more of an artist than a mere mercenary when she came to things like these, and what was looking back at her right now..was an excellent work of art. Adjusting her messy hair a little she snickered to herself and moaned out the words. "Help me..please?" In an accent she had mastered.<br/><br/>Nikita's private charade was stopped by Anne's words and she grinned back at her lover. "Damn right, time to shift the gears and get on in the actiion. Wish me luck Anne, even though I don't need any. I am going to miss abusing that body of yours while I am gone!" A twisted dynamic was eternally at work between the two of them. A dynamic which both of them had come to love and appreciate. Scurrying out of the car, Nikita quickly chose to make herself scarce and hid herself out of everyones line of vision, but made sure she got at least half-decent view of the action about to take place, waiting like a predator to pounce upon its prey.