Three months later...
Courtney was busy storming around her office, waiting for Christina* to get back with word on that armored scout car prototype. "She's two hours overdue. It's time I terminate her." She then heard the roar of a hot rod engine. "What now?" She looked outside, and went wide eyed. Somehow, she had turned what was meant to be a 115 km/h armored box with a 20 cal on it to a hot rod with a bigger gun and better armor. Courtney stormed outside as Christina finished the last doughnut in it. She got out the car - and Cortney promptly slapped her into the windshield. "You've gotten your last chance. Now its time for you to be deleted." She pulled out a handgun and blasted her brains out... or so she thought.
*Christina is the post transformation version of Chris.