<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>At the shed</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>With the rest of the team, minus Nikita</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting settled for covering the extraction.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The calculated ultimate-sniper was upset. Sitting there in that shed, watching the open field at the back of the chateau through the lens of her sniper rifle, Eve was deep in thought about a different place, at an earlier time, one that had her watching through the telescopic lens of the same loaded rifle. Back then, when she was still sitting at the top of that oak tree, observing the road as her teammates executed their parts of the stratagem. Back then, she watched as the one with the fake face pounded the target again and again, most inefficiently, with force whose function Eve could not understand. It didn't trouble her much, though; she had no specific interest in either of the two women. When Adam stormed down the road and shot the target, exchanging words with the fake women and shooting both of the police officials inside the patrol car, however, Eve's interest in the incident peaked instantly. She watched him holster his magnum and exchange words with their commander, and then she moved her lens to watch the fake woman, as she eyed Adam in a very troubling way. Needless to say, Eve kept her aim at the human chameleon from that point on and until she left the premises completely.<br/><br/>Eve wasn't especially possessive of her brother, as she never actually had any possessions to call her own, but she was more than encouraged to follow and enforce rules. For instance, she wasn't allowed any toys as a lab subject, not even as a toddler, but she was allowed to have games. Any type of games that might enhance her cognitive skills, her reasoning, her precision and concept of methodology was provided for the appropriate period of time. The appropriate period of time was precisely the amount of time she required to master the aspects of the game that her creators originally intended it for and not a single day longer. Once she was done with a certain game, and her groomers decided she got everything she could from it; the game would be removed from the labs immediately, later to be sanitized, burned and disposed of. Not unlike the handlers, Eve had her own set of rules regarding these games, the first and foremost one was: Eve was allowed to utilize a game, as long as she was to return it to its proper place and in its former condition. No exceptions. That was a rule like all others; she was expected to follow under the understanding that if you break the rules, you will be punished.<br/><br/>Consequentially, not all people were brought up with the same discipline as Eve was. She realized that on many different occasions, the most recent one was the long ride to the next location of their follow-up mission. She observed her older brother closely, watching him furrow his brows and grunt, his breath became heavier, his face plowed with trouble and his eyes grim with that deep quality best described as brooding. Yes, Adam did congratulate her for her recent antiquate performance, but he wasn't himself; gone was her cheerful and carefree brother, with his illogically amusing jokes and the playful secret looks, replaced with a shadow of his usual self, which did little to relieve Eve from her worry. The fake woman, Nikita, played with her brother and did not return him in his former condition, which in all honesty- Eve found to be a rude behavior that was unsettlingly void of discipline. So, as the Major asked her whether or not she would be able to shoot from that range, Eve merely returned a frown gaze, which was govern by mild adolescently birthed scorn, as if to say '<em><strong>What do you think?</strong></em>' Glimpsing at her brother from the corner of her eye, she then gave a quick nod, "Parameters are all within range, efficiency estimated at 85%, stealth at 56% on the high risk actions, 79% on the low risk." Eve added, "Ma'am."