<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Zhuhao.jpg/715px-Zhuhao.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>祝好</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Hidden at Ambush Site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Eric, rest of the team nearby</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Waiting for Fireworks Time.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Zhùhǎo nodded when the Major addressed her, though mentally she was stomping her foot. She didn't like the way the Major changed her name. Zhùhǎo meant something, and meant something to her. Shortening that left her with something that didn't mean anything. Besides, monosyllabic names just sounded weird. But she nodded all the same. She wasn't going to say anything, certainly not over something she couldn't explain and the Major wouldn't understand. Whining wasn't in her nature. She just wanted to keep her head down until it was her turn to play.<br/><br/>Zhùhǎo grinned when the Major finished her instructions, replying only with a grin and a shrug, followed by a wink. Such admonitions were poorly timed. The car was already packed. It had been made clear how important it was that the car crash block the road. Zhùhǎo had prepared for a spectacular crash. She grinned to herself as she walked towards the car for a final check, eagerly anticipating the upcoming performance.<br/><br/>The remote detonators' signals were all still in working order, as were the remote access signals for the other tricks she had included. Her work and reputation gave her considerable leeway when it came to preparing for these sorts of tasks. When she put up a sign that said "Zhùhǎo at work", wise men knew not to interrupt her. Which was just how she liked it. Even if people knew how often she put up the sign just to keep people from bothering her, she doubted they'd risk it.<br/><br/>Her spider-bot, affectionately named Zhūzhū, sat on her left forearm, with its thin legs wrapping around to keep it put. Zhùhǎo connected it to the remotes in the car, checking each connection one at a time.<em>Yī, èr, sān...</em>she counted in her head,<em>qī, bā, jiǔ. hǎohǎo</em>. All nine were active. She tossed Zhūzhū up into a tree as she walked away, where it wrapped its spindly legs around a branch. Using the remote connection to her neural implant, she'd be able to watch and activate her toys from a farther, safer distance than she'd be able to do working directly. She grinned again, and with a giggle strolled up the hillside, almost skipping in her eager excitement.<br/><br/>Zhùhǎo sat in the dirt just over the crest of the hill, sufficiently out of sight but close enough that she could quickly move into view to catch the show. With a thought, her hair wound itself into a bun at the back of her head as she settled in comfortably. After she removed her jacket, Zhùhǎo folded it into a small pillow and lied down on her back, her hair shifting so the bun was slightly off center to allow her to comfortably rest her head.<br/><br/><em>Yī, èr, sān...</em>she began to recount through the remote connection to Zhūzhū while she waited. As she did so, she switched over through her neural implant to see through the eyes of her spider, rather than her own. She wanted everything to go perfectly.<br/><br/>