Red Scarf - Carmen/Vic

[Happens sometime after ‘Undisclosed Location’] Vic the Slick, otherwise known to his mother as Vincent Fumigalli, walked down the hall of V.I.L.E. Headquarters.  He liked this place, tight security and still the occasional brawl looses a henchman an eye or a tooth. To his right, some thugs were already duking it out over who was pansier, the guy in the tights or the guy with the cravat. Sir Vile, that clumsy knight Carmen kept around, was arrested a few days ago by ACME.  Vic wanted to leave him there for the time being, but Eddie Mology was also arrested, so might as well get them both out. Vic entered the elevator and zig-zagged through the facilities all the while whistling a lounge tune.  As he expected, by the time he got to her in the hangar, Carmen was about to leave. "Wait!" Vic ran up to her, "Knight-Errand, it's a bust." "Walk with me," Carmen indicated that she was in a hurry and for Vic to match her pace.  "Any Surviors?" "Sir Vile's in ACME Detention," he said, catching his breath as he caught up with her.  "Ed's in Hungary, the locals got him, gonna be a littl' hard dealing with." As a woman who often made decisions on the go, Carmen conceived a plan to the rhythm of her own strides.  Eddie Mology, master of disguise, was brilliant at getting out of confides and would only need mild support.  Sir Vile, on the other hand, was often lost in his medieval knightly thoughts. Luckily, ACME was rarely impatient and, in the past, had kindly released her armored friend in a timely manner, albeit after the return or restoration of stolen objects. "Put together a Hungarian team and bring Eddie what he needs to get out," she instructed, "And be ready to pick up Sir Vile from ACME.  They have the crowns; they won't detain him for long." The thief had reached her destination by then. A steel flying monster, built from scratch to specifications, perched proudly on custom-made high-tension rubber wheels.  The aircraft designer made it too vintage for her liking, but the beast saved gas, and Carmen's tendency was to be circumstantially practical. When she was done with it, she hoped to either donate or salvage it, depending on what defined 'done' in the end. The pilot was already in his seat and the co-pilot helped her up the steep steps.  "By the way, Vic," Carmen turned as the doors closed, "Have you seen my red scarf, from Nepal?" Vic lifted up his shoulders and extended his arms pointlessly out so Carmen could see above the noise of the hangar that he had no idea what she was talking about.