<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 Ambush Site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nikki, Adam, and the late, unlamented Tisha.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> preventing civil war.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Anne watched the operation unfold on the road in front of her, enjoying the superb precision with which the sniper destroyed the police car, the extravagant and beautiful way in which the demo-girl destroyed the decoy car, which as it turned out had been unnecessary, but they weren't to know that.<br/><br/><em>IFFY, make sure nothing electronic gets out of the cop car</em>, she ordered, and the reply came back the moment she'd finished her transmission.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">On it boss. Done it boss. Eric did good!</tt><br/><br/>Anne's eyebrow went up and she glanced to where the SysOp was looking rather smug, or so she thought.<em>Keep your electronic tits off him until the mission is finished, IFFY, I don't want him distracted.</em><br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">Yes boss.</tt><br/><br/>Anne watched the pink Porsche screech to a halt, and the rather shaken woman clamber out, going to the aid of Nikki. The last mistake she would ever make. But Anne was on her feet even as Adam moved. She knew his type. She used to be that type, a long time ago, before she went through the SAS recruitment procedure. Her Glock was in her hand, a round already chambered and the safety off even as Adam put an end to Niki's fun.<br/><br/>"STACK!" She yelled in her best parade-ground voice, "Leave it, or so fucking help me I will blow<em>your</em>brains out!" Her pistol was pressed hard against the nape of Nikki's neck. "You, DeWitt, get this mess cleaned up. Put the body in the decoy. By the time it's found we'll be long gone."<br/><br/>She glared at him. Now was not the time to bitch him out for exceeding his orders.<br/><br/>As soon as the van arrived they would use it's armoured front to push the wreckage off the road. In the mean time she had an angry psychopath to placate."Okay, sweetheart. Easy.  I'm taking my gun away now, okay? Deep breaths. There's a job to do. You need to change disguise and get in that candymobile and drive to the Châteaux. Okay?"<br/><br/>She slid her gun back into it's holster and helped her lover to her feet. "We good?"