Standing here in the cockpit, under the rain and storm, slicing through the sky at five hundred miles per hour, Virginia knew she was doing the right thing.
She wouldn't be here if she didn't know that she knew that she knew it was critical, crucial, necessary. She wasn't driven by emotion. She was driven by objective. She'd put much thought into this mission. Sure, it was barreling fast out of control. She didn't regret it, though. Men like Calvert couldn't be allowed to live. If USI were behind her, they would be able to put together a plan, a mission; they'd be able to take him out. They wouldn't, though, because they were cowards. Virginia wasn't sure where the orders came from, but she knew that someone(s) were protecting Calvert. The good guys were protecting him because of politics and plans and bullshit.
The good guys weren't going to do anything about Calvert.
So she was.