<strong>Anne Laughton</strong><br/><br/>Anne drove the bus from the safe house (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4706474#msg4706474), onto the narrow country lane that was the only route from Strasbourg Airport to the target without driving about 75 km out of your way. She found what looked like a likely spot and pulled up. "Right, Calvin, get set up on the hill there. Make sure you have a good view of the road. If it looks like our girl isn't going to stop, take her out. If anyone else comes along that might queer the deal, and we haven't seen them, take them. You're on overwatch."<br/><br/>She turned to the hacker next. "Oni, go with him. Keep am eye on the net. If anything comes our way, I need to know about it. And keep working on those plans!"<br/><br/>She turned to the demolitions man. "Des, I want a charge under the car, big enough to flip it over and set the tank off but not big enough to blow it to bits... in the immortal words of Michael Cane, 'Your only supposed to blow the bloody doors off' - Or in this case, turn the fucker on it's lid."<br/><br/>The two heavies next. "You two hide yourselves in the bushes. You guys are on close support. If anything goes wrong, you step in to get me and Nikki out."<br/><br/>She turned last to her lover, who looked nothing like herself. "Ready, babe?"