Chapter 15. Tires squealed furiously as a sleek black roadster burst through a hidden panel and into the warehouse.

The car came to a sudden halt and the door opened to reveal the driver, a girl clad in a form-fitting gray cat-suit and goggles.

The flying squirrel regarded the dozens of faces turned towards her with grim determination.

This many agents in the same place at the same time broke just about every rule in the book,

and Kit Baxter couldn't have cared much less.

What are you ladies looking at? she called to the startled assembly.

Lay off Squirrel, a voice called. You just drove a car through a solid-looking wall.

"'You want me to pretend nothing happened?'

"'I want you, collectively, to look a little less

"'like you just had an accident, boys,' she said,

"'striding across the open space toward the main doors

"'of the vast, hangar-like room.

"'We're in for bad business here.

"'If you could try a little harder to make me feel like it wasn't a bunch of parish schoolgirls that have my back, that would be real nice."

Around the room there was much embarrassed shuffling as the men returned to their preparations.

They were men of action, all, the hand-picked cream of the Red Panda's army of field agents,

and there wasn't a single one of them that was tougher than this small red-haired

dynamo, and every one of them knew it. And if each of them dug a little deeper tonight to prove

their hardiness because of their embarrassment, well, that worked for Kit Baxter as well. Around the

room there were a dozen vehicles, each appearing to the casual observer to be nothing more than an

ordinary car. Taxis, delivery trucks, emergency vehicles, all shapes and sizes of automobiles, and under

each hood was an engine nearly as powerful as the experimental racing car motor that powered the

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