<em>Go for it, darling!</em>Anne sent back to Niki, in response to the message sent to her.<br/><br/>She sat and watched the show with mild amusement. Personally she would have put a bullet in the bitch and have done with it. But that would leave them with out a sys-op... She glanced at Oni. He was no use. He'd been burned and he knew it. But the smug look on his face meant he really didn't know...<br/><br/>And Niki's brand of sadism was far more inventive. Hearing someone outside the door, she smiled at her lover. "Niki, you deal with this piece of shit, I'll let the others in."<br/><br/>She move to the door, pulling her silenced Browning 9mm automatic from its place in her belt and flipping the safety off. With the weapon behind her back she opened the door. "Hi. You must be Desmond and Kacy. Please come in. Take a seat at the table. Our new sys-op has managed to make herself the pre-meeting entertainment." She paused by the door as the two entered.<em>Iffy, please tell me where the other two are? We've got two fucking snipers wandering around in the woods up there and I want them both where I can see them!</em><br/><br/><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Satellite imaginary reveals one of them is watching you from the hillside. The other is apparently still on his way from the airport due to a slight delay to his flight, and a mix-up with his hire car.</tt><br/></em><br/><em>And you're going to make me guess which is which?</em><br/><br/><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Sorry Major. Jackson is on the hillside, Wallace is in transit.</tt></em><br/><br/><em>Thank you, Iffy. Please give me Jackson's exact co-ordinates?</em>The data flowed into her implant and she lined herself up on it. She brought the browning out from behind her. She activated her targeting software and the interface built into the weapon's hand grip, then squeezed the trigger gently. The soft PHUT didn't even carry to those inside.<br/><br/>The fletchet round embedded itself in a tree trunk two feet to the left of Jackson's head. "<em>Come on out, Reaper. You know me. You know if I wanted you dead you'd be dead"</em>She sent via a tight band transmission to the exact spot where he lay. Even if he didn't recognise her - and the last time he'd seen her she'd been thirteen years older, blonde and pale skinned, he would know there was only one woman alive who could make a shot like that with a Browning 9mm at that range, having seen her do it on more than one occasion, lost money the first time and won consistently ever since!