<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 Shack</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Everyone.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Patching things up</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The loss of the brother and sister was a serious setback, and even as she smashed her fist into the Tough bitch's belly, she looked around. Eric's words stung her ears. She turned to the Israeli. "Do it. Get that bike inside the van. We can ditch it when we leave. It won't matter then." She nodded at Cavendish. "Good work. Iffy, let me know if anything spotted that incident." She spoke aloud to the AI, something she did when she was worried.<br/><br/><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Not a dickie-bird, Major. No birds with Ell Oh Ess, no drones, no external surveillance of any kind. Oh and nothing has notice the earlier ambush either. Two cars have gone down the road, but so far no one has even slowed at the corner.</tt></em><br/><br/>"Okay, Thanks, Iffy" Anne grinned and looked at Tough. "Well sweetie, you are in a lot more shit than you thought. You killed two members of my team. Unluckily for you, they were not the two most essential members. We can manage without them. Our coms are secure, our visible profile is minimal..." She looked up as Saul came back in , nodded and sat down. ".. in short, no-one knows we're here and no-one knows you are here. So, my pretty, I suggest you relax and enjoy the last sex you will ever get, because you will die here."<br/><br/>Anne fished in her pocket and pulled out a number of cable ties. "I always bring spares..." She sniggered as she turned the naked woman, and grabbed her hands behind her back, fastening a tie around her wrists, then another around the base of her thumbs. "Damn, if Nikki were here, she'd have you trussed up like a turkey by now..."<br/><br/>She pulled her knife and with a soft giggle, informed the prisoner, "I suggest you stay very still, because I have no problems with cutting you. I don't care if you bleed to death or get a bullet, but if you want a nice quick end, I suggest you lie still". With thatwarning given, she began cutting the prisoner's clothes off. The occasional nick with the razor sharp blade was inevitable of course, but Anne did try not to slice the woman up too badly. She didn't want to be covered in the bitch's blood.<br/><br/>Anne giggled softly, remembering the previous evening, when her mistress had trussed<em>her</em>up like a turkey. She forced the woman's elbows together then beckoned to Saul to put a cable tie around them. She took a length of their rope next and threw it over the beam in the shack. One end she tied through and around the woman's wrists, the other she hauled on, pulling the woman into a painful strappado.<br/><br/>With the woman's toes just off the floor, she stopped and tied the rope off to a convenient hook on the wall of the shack. Grasbbing one of the flailing limbs, she tied another length of rope to the Tough's right ankle and pulled it across to the same hook, tying it off, then used a cable tie to secute her left ankle to the back of her left thigh.<br/><br/>With the prisoner thus secured, She grabbed the woman's breasts one in each hand and dug her fingernails in hard, squeezing the soft, sensitive fleshuntil she felt the skin give and blood spurt out. "Oh yes, you are going to die here, but we have a bit of time to wait, and until then I think we need some entertainment...!"