<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 Ambush Site</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Everyone.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting things moving.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Anne grinned at the thought of extra special punishment from Nikki. Being a sadomasochist had helped her get into the SAS, had helped her survive a prisoner of war camp in Belize, and had helped her tame the wild-card that was her best, nay only friend, and lover, Nikita Stack. Their relationship was more than complex, it was positively wacko, and she loved it.<br/><br/>But now was not the time for mushy thoughts of having the living shit beaten out of herself while being fucked into unconsciousness. The van arrived and she directed Saul to clear the rode, then nodded as Nikki headed for the back of it to fix her makeup. The delayed explosions of the flashbangs in the car did not even make her jump. When you've walked through a live artillery barrage being layed down by your own side, a flash-bang does not exactly bother you...<br/><br/>"Okay people?" She ordered, both verbally and via the IF secure net, "Lets get this show on the road. I want the road cleared of all debris, I want the tyre tracks erased and I want the bushes to look undisturbed!" She pointed to where the two crashed cars had been pushed through the undergrowth, both leaving tyre tracks in the soft verge. Any police patrol looking for their lost comrades would spot those tracks and follow them to the two cars. There was too much evidence in those two cars that could lead an astute copper to their victim if found too early.<br/><br/>She watched the others get to work, and plated a microbug in the bark of a tree opposite the site. The camera had a fisheye lense and transmitted on IF's secure frequency.<em>IFFY, do you read the bug?</em><br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>four by three, Major. It's good enough.</em></tt><br/><br/><em>Okay, IFFY. Keep me informed of any activity after we leave.</em>Anne looked up as Tisha magnessen came out of the back of the van. "Nice, Niks. Now get the fuck out of here before someone reports the bitch missing! You know what to do." She grinned and in front of everyone, kissed the replacement Tisha softly on the mouth. "I will look forward to that punishment".<br/><br/>As soon as the revoltingly pink sports car was out of site, Anne helped the others disguise the crashed vehicles, and then ordered, "Right, everyone in the van, let's go."