It really was a lot of fun playing the giggling schoolgirl. It was nice to be held, nice to be smiled down on. Nice to have that feeling inside like all your entrails have turned into an indiscrete soupy mixture. But then the time comes where you have to make the transition into Supercop so you can do what you do best: bust some bad guy butt. Zero to sixty, Holly thought, permitting herself a small satisfied smirk as she lowered the visor on her helmet. Sure, I'm in full LEP regalia, but who knows I've got a diamond ring on a chain around my neck? She popped her neck one last time before striding into the cockpit. "Alright, Mud Girl," sister in law, "let's do this."

Juliet Butler commenced to pushing a complicated series of buttons. "Destination: Spiro Needle, Chicago," the blonde announced, and the jet began to slide forward. A map appeared on the LED screen in front of Holly. She quickly looked out the window to where Butler was standing, half in, half out of the sleek black Bentley, and discreetly blew a kiss he couldn't see. As the jet picked up speed and lifted off the ground, he melted out of Holly's line of sight. She turned back in her seat.

"Okay, ladies," came a familiar adolescent voice, "let's review. The Spiro needle is one of the highest-security buildings in the human world. No blueprints exist, so we don't know exactly what we're dealing with. The first step of our operation, then, is surveillance. I will, of course, be on the inside, with a throat mike and iris-cam. Holly, we're counting on you to take an x-ray image of the building. Juliet, you will stay at headquarters with Mulch to await instructions for invasion."

The boy droned on and on. He kept on as Ireland disappeared and gave way to the Atlantic. He kept on as the blue-black waters beneath them got choppier, deeper. So many things to be seen to, so many operations to synchronize, so many, many things that could go wrong.

Holly hoped she would be right. She hoped everything would work out. But she wasn't so sure anymore.