<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Evepic.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Eve</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>On top of a tree overlooking the road (Ambush Site)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Currently by herself, the team spread across the parameters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Intercepting the patrol car in a very nifty way.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Eve sat comfortably in her nestling dock atop the old oak tree, watching the roads through her rifle's telescopic lens, pretending the fact that she still wasn't able to reconcile the logical incompatibility in her head did not bother her. She used numbers, just like the professor taught her, when things get messy up there, just use the numbers. Her father/main warden's ideal mathematical meditation method was the good old Pi calculation; his view of the mathematical constant was- to say the least- romantic in nature.<strong><em>'Think of a numerical combination, Eve, any combination, it could be your subject serial number, the frequency which the guards outside use for their communication, it could be the mathematical equivalence of Vivaldi's "Winter", the genome codes of the entire Apple society put together, no matter how complicated or long it would be, should you calculate decimal numerals of Pi long enough, you will eventually find it there… That, my dear, is the true meaning of infinite.'</em></strong>He could talk about the number on and on, how the digits could contain the answers to life's greatest mysteries and problems, as if world hunger could be solved if someone would just sit by his desk long enough to find it in the numbers. In his eyes, the meaning of life was not 42, but 3.14~. So Eve calculated, why not? She didn't have anything better to do, not until she recognized the pink car at the far north.<br/><br/>Quickly gazing through her telescopic lens, Eve confirmed it, a classic reconstruction of the ancient Porsche 911 Speedster, and it was… So utterly pink, pink enough to blind a lesser trained sniper, as the dazzling color caught the sun and reflected it in the right (or wrong) angle. Eve downloaded the license plate digits from IFFY and compared it with the one she was eyeballing for final confirmation. "Visual on pink at route due north, arrival at T minus 312 secs." Eve reported into her comm, frowning at that and then switching the comm up again, "308. Over." The target's car wasn't followed by any other, beside the van, so Eve turned her lens down south, watching the opposing direction, quickly spotting the patrol car. "Blue… Err... Apple at route due south, coming in hot, arrival at T minus 35. Engaging." With that she switched the comm off, to prevent any interference that would break her focus.<br/><br/>Thirty five seconds aren't much, definitely not long enough to question her choice of words, she said apple- apple it is, weird how it always came down to that. Apples. This one wasn't an ordinary apple, not the company state, not the fruit, it belonged to someone, much like the dog that belonged to Pavlov and the cat that was either owned or murdered by Schrodinger. “I deduced that the forces which keep the planets in their orbs must reciprocally as the squares of their distances from the centers about which they revolve: and thereby compared the force requisite to keep the Moon in her Orb with the force of gravity at the surface of the Earth; and found them answer pretty nearly.” The quote was hanged on the ceiling above her bed at the facility for a great portion of her fourth year in this world, and electrodes embedded into her matrass gave her a small electrical shock whenever she mumbled or stuttered upon reciting it after lights out. You could say that Sir Isaac taught her to red herself to sleep in the most efficient of ways, followed by Nietzsche, Dostoyevsky and a couple others, her favorite was Poe. Eve never got zapped by Poe. Her father-jailor had his own view on the works of Newton, thirty five seconds are not nearly enough time to go through it, and the jest of it was: There are many directions in which an apple can fall, down is just one of them. Of course, the 'fall' of a derailed car had many forces factored into its effect, gravitation was just one of them; Inertia and friction where a couple of them as well, and just the couple Eve needed to execute her stratagem.<br/><br/>Twenty seconds. Twenty seconds were not enough to replace ammo, even though Eve did have the suitable bullets to take down a tree and block the patrol car's route, she didn't have enough time and she certainly did not want to block a potential escape route. However, when you come to a mission, bent on the idea of shooting at cars- possibly at targets protected by bulletproof windows, you don't load your sniper rifle with ammo designed for humans, you put armor piercing bullets into that mother- L115A3 AWM-fucker. Did she say it right? It didn't feel right, Adam knows best about the tingling dirty words: she would have to ask him later.  Eve aimed at the tire discs, using both the telescopic lens and the telescopic enhancers in her retina implants, to describe the difficulty of that shot as surgical would be an understatement. Using the gaps between her heart beats, she shot once, and twice, her armor piercing bullets penetrated the tires on the left side of the car, disabling both of the brake discs, and then she waited. Fifteen seconds. Having the decoy car arrive just in time, she took three more shots, this time to make the tires blow up and drive the patrol car into an uncontrollable stampede. Uncontrollable would be a misleading term to use, it was under control- just not the control of the driver, Eve aimed each shot perfectly, calculating both speed, friction and mass, to direct the patrol car's route, as if controlling it with a remote control of bullets, one perfectly aimed shot after another -as it was driving- to crash right into the decoy car. She even factored in the human variable: when the driver will realize, when Eve will<em>allow</em>him or her to realize that the car was out of thier control, they will engage the brake controls. However, since she has neutralized the brakes on the left, doing so will divert the rampaging police vehicle right into the decoy car. Five seconds. Eve finally breathed and watched the crash through her lens, a faint smile pulled her lips.<br/><br/>The sniper switched her comm back on, "Blue Apple successfully engaged. The Chamaeleon should probably cover her head." And put those officers to sleep, in case they aren't dead/unconscious.