She flipped open a small metal toolbox in back, behind the passenger compartment, and fished out a pair of sunglasses. The reactive lenses went dark the moment she slipped them on. "Charlie is my flying hell spider.... A real beauty, isn’t he ...? I love him, really.... Except for the goddamned hopeless military interface !" Juanita scowled beneath her shades. "I don’t know what morons the Pentagon got to hack interface, but they should have been choked in their bunkers!"