<div align="center">(http://claire.belliard.free.fr/claire_lindbergh/claire_lindbergh3/giflind/linda-08.jpg)<br/><br/>Nikita was relaxing in her house, an exotic place she owned exclusively to herself on the beaches in the New Zealand. Paradise on earth. She looked at the woman lying on her bed after they had just finished with their lovemaking. A cigarette in her mouth, she held the girl in her arms, caressing her. A beeping sound emerged from a small device placed near her bed. "Shit, what now?" She muttered to herself as she picked it up, the text message appearing to her in an extended image being projected as she pressed the buttons to open it. Her eyes scanned the details, and the proposed time for meeting. Canary Wharf, the usual place. That could be arranged..it had been a month since they had their last mission, albeit a disastrous one. Nikita was getting bored these days and yearned for some action..this just seemed to be the perfect thing she would want. Smiling to herself she spoke. "Here we go again!"<br/><br/>Two days later she was standing outside the Canary Wharf. The run-down area populared by whores, drug dealers and consumers. As she entered suddenly an old man jumped on her, a begger begging for some money as he held on to her feet. "Fuck off!" Nikita said as she carelessly kicked his head, sending him away howling. Adjusting her bag she climbed the stairs in a lazy manner, watching the destroyed area beneath her whilst whistling to herself. She walked on the top and checked her watch for a second. "Right on time as usual.", she exclaimed before leaning against a wall and lighting up a smoke. "Looks like the rest aren't as punctual as me eh?" She said cockily and smirked.<br/><br/></div>