Holley awoke with a jolt. She was still in the plane, safe as could be and Torque was still alive (A/N: I'm not THAT mean…). Leland was still at the computer, but he was shutting it down. He turned around and headed toward the back of the plane. "It's good you're up. We just landed. Hurry up and get off, you've got a big day ahead of you." He said.

Holley got off of the plane after whispering, "thanks," to Siddley, where she was surrounded by many cars, all painted black and ushering her toward a building, much like her dream. When she was placed in a room, she noticed that there was a small screwdriver and sander, but nothing else. When the mechanic came in, she asked if getting gadgets would hurt.

"Leland should've told you that it wouldn't. Your body is already adapted to them, I just put them into place and make sure they're a good fit and you can control them. I just need you to stay as still as possible, so I'm going to put anchors on your wheels so you don't move, Ok?"

Holley felt so relieved at this. None of her dream was true, and nothing would hurt her or Torque. She missed him. The mechanic put her gadgets in in less than an hour, which was impressive to her because there were a lot. When she was done, she was connected to a machine that had a diagram of her model on it, and the mechanic asked her to try and start her computer. She hated getting that one more than anything else because they had to use the sander to get her turn signal sockets large enough to fit the new projection bulbs. She couldn't do anything with it, so the mechanic pressed a button on his computer, and they lit up before her eyes, as well as track pads dropping down from her, so she could use the display. She wanted to try and use it, but she noticed that she couldn't read any of it. "Why are the words so blurry?"

"They're not. Your accident must have damaged your eyes. You'll have to stay overnight so we can get you a windshield to fix that."

She went through the rest of her gadgets, which included a taser and a robotic arm, and then the mechanic asked her to extend her wings. I have wings? She thought. She had never noticed the mechanic or any of his assistants putting them on, but, of course, she couldn't really see in the first place, so she assumed they must have. The mechanic pushed a button to activate them, and they extended out of her sides along with a tail coming out of her trunk. This will be so fun! She thought.

"Your left one isn't coming out right, it's sticking," the mechanic remarked, almost to himself, "You're staying overnight anyways, so it should be alright." He then left the room without saying anything else, so Holley was left alone with her thoughts for a while. She tried to activate her arm, but nothing would work. She sat for almost an hour without anything to do, when Leland came in.

"You doing alright?"

"Fine, actually. Did they tell you how long I have to stay?"

"I think they said overnight at best, but we have a short staff right now, so it's most likely going to be a couple days for you. Enjoy the rest, though. You're going to school after your situation is straightened out. Oh, and they're not going to let you out of the anchors until all of your gadgets work. It's a safety issue," he said, anticipating her impending follow-up question, "I just came to tell you that I'm not going to be your mentor anymore. You don't need one once you go into the academy," he remarked, and then left without a word.

Rude, she thought, but then realized that he's probably mentored half of the cars at the school, so maybe that's what works for him.

When they finally fixed her wing and replaced her windshield, she was assigned to a room and attended her first classes. Most of them were normal, but there were a couple she really wished she had with Torque, such as self-preservation 101, which was a class that only had six or seven cars per class that was taught with a seasoned spy. She didn't bother learning any new names, as the teachers kept switching out every couple weeks, possibly for different missions. She especially loved her gadgets class, as it was on an individual basis and there was no homework. She eventually learned how to use her computer (now that she could see the words on the display), and when not to use her gadgets rather than use them. She learned that most of them used up a lot of either battery power or gas, in the case of her wings, and that they should only be used in the field.

One day, after all of her classes were over, she noticed a flyer posted on the office door:

ARE YOU A TOP-NOTCH STUDENT?

DO YOU WANT TO TEACH OTHERS ABOUT THE TRAINING IT TAKES TO BECOME A SPY?

APPLICATIONS FOR THE TRAVELING STUDENT PROGRAM BEING ACCEPTED NOW

Holley knew all of the requirements matched her, and she also knew her old school was on the list for these lectures, as she had attended several. She went into the office and asked where she could sign up. The secretary told her that there was only one spot left, and she thought that it was taken, but it wasn't confirmed.

"Please? Just check my grades. I really want to do this."

The secretary checked them and she was astonished, as Holley's grades were straight A's, her lowest percentage being a mere 97. She gave her a paper to fill out and turn in to her the next day. "You'll be lecturing with a partner, I don't know his name, but he's from the American division and I believe he's about your age."

Holley could barely even sleep, so she packed her things and waited until the next day. Her paper was filled out, so the leader of the program led her to Siddley, who apparently did most long-distance flights. She had to prove to him that she could control all of her gadgets, but she couldn't help giggling a little after thinking about what happened with Leland.

She worked on homework for almost the entire flight, and got all of the extra credit submitted to her teachers. When they landed, she received an email from the program director which contained the name of the car she was to lecture with. She didn't want to open it, as she would be meeting him the next day almost an hour before the lecture started.