Mel, callsign Angel, didn't often get called in to fly transport. As far as she and her superiors were concerned, the only times there was any point in her using her time to take people or cargo from A to B was when there was a high risk factor.

This didn't fit the bill. Sure the guys were being brought to some secret project, but she could have done each flight with her eyes closed and by the time she lets the last group out onto the big ship, she's debating doing barrel rolls all the way back just to curb the boredom. But apparently she'd been specifically asked for.

She leaves her pelican and steps out to the woman who's been greeting the new Agents all day.

'Well, that's the lot of them,' she says, folding her arms. 'Any more errands to run or shall I leave you to your secrecy now?'