<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">The others are on their way, Miss Stack</span><br/><br/>The AI's voice issued from a small box on the meeting table. This had once been a proud board room for some mighty corporation. The lozenge-shaped table remained along with some chairs and a battered dry-wipe board. The windows had gone, mostly, and the chill October air swept in a light mist.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Niki. I do hope I didn't interrupt anything?" Anne was perched on an exposed girder over head. Her Uzi was in her hand, pointed to one side and with the safety on. She smiled at her infiltrator. "Got your own face on for a change? Good. I do so hate kissing those masks." She dropped down and planted a passionate one on Niki's mouth. "Nice to see you back."