She closed her locker and rolled her shoulders to loosen them. She was growing more tense by the second, the before-battle butterflies that all agents must feel. Like a performer with stage fright, it sharpened her senses and made her all too aware of the fact that each one of her missions was a time where she might not be getting back home.<br/><br/>"Hey Boss, Can I drive the car? I can drive.  I'm an excellent driver.  I'm not wearing any underpants."<br/><br/>She pointedly ignored his comment, digging the keys out of her vest pocket and offering them to him. She didn't mind him driving, he did most of the time anyway, unless he was injured or sleeping.<br/><br/>"Captain Doyle, the uplink might get a little choppy midflight, so you might want to make sure the satellites are synched well before we take off, so the gps is accurate."