Sister Susie, now working under her nom de guerre of "Mrs. Peel," boosted the speed of the night-black F-35 fighter. She had to get to Montana -- the key to the code, the code thought to be unbreakable -- rested in her bag. She had to get it to Jake. It was tough, but Opus Dei had come through again: A=3, B=4, and so on until Y=1 and Z=2. No one would stand in her way, no one. There was Evil here, and she had taken vows of poverty, obedience, and Death To Evil. The first two were relative, the last absolute. That was why she was equipped with the finest assassination tools the world had ever known and those, coupled to her own keen, trained, focused, and enlightened mind, made "Mrs. Peel" so deadly that she had been given, by the Pope himself, total exemption from all of the Ten Commandments.
The lights of the Sylvester Aerodrome winked at her from the cavern's mouth. She went in on the beam and the plane braked to a stop. The Lamberghini, as dark blue as the midnight sky, was waiting; she threw her tool kit into the passenger's seat, climbed in, and roared off in a silent burst of speed.