<div class="floatleft">(http://i49.tinypic.com/f43dok.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Nikita Stack</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Back of the car.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> The Team</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Mildly amused.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Without wasting much time Nikita was planning to head straight to work. Which meant to disguise herself as Tisha Magnessen first so that rest of the moves could be executed. She had moved to the team's car and pulled out her gear in the back, her data implant already showcasing all the little things about Tisha to her. The way her facial features were, how the skin moved when she laughed, was angry, spoke in general. The manner in which she was typically known to walk around as she set about creating her disguise. The facial mask was the first one of course, second came the hair and Nikita was in the process of programming her speech implant with Tisha's vocal patterns when she heard a beeping sound appear in her implant. That meant someone from the team had sent her a message. Someone<em>other</em>than Anne.<br/><br/>She sighed and nearly ignored it but being in the field, Nikita knew better than to do something foolish like that. She accessed her inbox and snorted out in disdain at the same of the sender. Cavendish. Sys-ops were beings who honestly did not belong in the field. As she was about to open the message Nikita wondered what might be in there. Was it gonna be him whining and crying over the brutality of what had just taken place? Or like the last sys-op they had, pity the poor man ended up being dead and the one before, withi his obsession over Iffy. It was an illustrious line of screwed up retards they had running if the past missions were anything to go by. She opened the message and there was a pleasnt surprise waiting for her as a video played itself out. Definitely ripped straight out of Tisha's implant, a first hand exerpeeicne on a visual scale of what she must have felt like.<br/><br/>Nikita watched her own gleeful face light up with perversion as her fists came down again and again, wrecking havoc of the most horrible kind on the poor woman. It was one fine spectacle and on top of that it was edited in this neat and professional manner, even adding end title! Nikita had no idea what Cavendish was hoping to accomplish with this, but she sure as hell gave him an extra point for his creativity. It was good fun to see some of your own deeds in such thorough detail and this was about as good as it got. She glanced at Eric for a brief moment before replying him with a simple note of thanks and gave him a thumbs up sign. Her focus, once again returning to the work at hand. Which was to become Tisha Magnessen to such an extent that she would be able to fool even the closest people in her life. It took her a while to nail everything to its place. Nikita knew she was working against the clock here but she deliberately did not rush with things. Voice tweaking was a delicate thing and there was every room for it to mess up and things would fall apart.<br/><br/>Finally, she was done to her satisfaction and a smiling Tisha emerged out of Nikita's workplace. "Hey there! Now who wants to fiddle with some genes?" She asked with a smirk.