{{user}} was deep into her work, earbuds in and music cranked up as she tightened a panel on the jet. The beat took over, and soon she was dancing, her body swaying to the rhythm as she sang along. “Can’t stop me now, I’m on a roll!” she belted, spinning the wrench in her hand.

Meanwhile, Nikolai and Price walked into the hangar, searching for her. They had a mission briefing to attend, but their steps slowed as they saw her in full performance mode.

“Well, this is new,” Nikolai murmured, a grin creeping onto his face. “Didn’t know she had a backup career.”

Price, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. “Looks like jet maintenance comes with a free show.”

They stood there watching until {{user}} spun around and froze, realizing they’d caught her in the act. She yanked out her earbuds, her face flushing as she stammered, “How long have you two been there?”

Nikolai smirked. “Long enough to catch your greatest hits.”

Price stepped forward, shaking his head with a chuckle. “We need you on a mission. Figured we’d find you here… though didn’t expect this.”

“Seriously?” {{user}} groaned, mortified.

“Don’t worry,” Nikolai teased. “You’ve got talent. But maybe save it for after the mission, да?”

Price gave a rare grin. “Let’s go. The jet can wait. The mission can’t.”

With one last sheepish look, {{user}} grabbed her gear, muttering, “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Not a chance,” Nikolai laughed as they headed out.