AN. OK, three things.
1. Sorry it's been so long since an update. Two words- A levels.
2. Sorry it's so short, see above reason of A levels.
3. Yes, I am a Marvel Buff, and watch Agents of SHIELD, and YES, I stole the car. How could I not? It has the perfect name and everything!
ONWARDS!
Having collected her new team's stuff, Skipper realized that she would have to prepare her new team for her actions, and explain to them why she was bitterer than she had been.
"Look, how much do you know of the Denmark incident?"
"Denmark?" Kowalski frowned, "Not much, above our pay grade. Why?"
"Oh, no reason, just that my last team died there." she spat, as they strode through the corridors, en route to the motor pool.
"That was you? I thought it was Commander Bell's mission?"
"He lead the Operations Booth but I had tactical command."
"Is that why you didn't want us to be on your team?" Private, showing his perceptive side, asked, face creased in a small frown as he examined his new commanding officer.
"Yes. I only tell you this now, so you understand, if I say 'go' or 'evacuate' or hell, even 'I'm going in alone' I want it followed. To the letter." She sighed as they entered the car park, " I can't have any more deaths on my hands."
The others took note of this and shared a look, one that clearly asked what their old friend had gone through.
Looking at the cars, Skipper shook her head, some small mirth returning as she gazed at all the black sedans and SUVs. "look at that, all the same... They haven't realized yet that having cars like that is like jumping from the empire state building, with the Christmas crowd below, releasing thousands of balloons to the sky and shouting 'I'm a secret agent' through a microphone linked to the times square jumbotron, accompanied by a megaphone for closer listeners. All it does is draw attention... The best thing is to hide in plain sight." She pulled a set of keys from her pocket and lead them over to one corner, where, shining even in the gloom, sat a cherry red 1962 Corvette. The others stopped in their tracks.
"Meet Lola, my pride and joy."
"Whoa... Seriously?" Rico's face lit up. "Can I drive?"
"Did you miss the 'pride and joy' part, Collins? If I want her destroyed, then you can drive. No, no-one drives Lola but me ."
"What's with the name?" Kowalski asked, only partly listening, already working out what tech to integrate with the car.
"I've had this car for years, since before the Program, since before I could drive," so it gets a name from my past, a reminder that life moves on, she thought but didn't say, choosing instead to ignore the scientist's question. This was noted and he moved on to the next one.
"What can she do?"
"You mean besides 0 to 60 mph in 5.8 seconds, and 1/4 mile in 12 seconds? Oh, not much, just flamethrowers, a turbo boost." She paused, looking thoughtful, "oh! And really comfy seats!"