Victoria grabbed her CIM band and cautiously put it on her left wrist. She was expecting the coming prick, but when she felt it she could not stop herself from yelping in surprise. Looking up from her band she spoke, "[color=598527]For reasons I cannot explain, I cannot help but admiring your intent with this mission. You obviously have some expectation of success, but you have no information that would make logical justification for that expectation. If this goes badly, you lose nothing, and no one will be able to trace it back to you. If you cannot identify us, neither can your enemies. While I cannot understand why I am enjoying this tactic, but I am not pleased to be wasted in this way.[/color]" Victoria's head was whirling. It was like the gears were working out something and in some way, but she could not understand why she felt like this or what her mind was trying to do.