How did it all go wrong for Bing Hoolihan? 52 and over the hill, she clawed her way to a very decent career in British Intelligence, over the jagged rocks of white male privilege, Brexit and Covid, working to the shiny, new future always just beyond her grasp. Decorated and respected, her only problem was that she never knew her place.
So it wasn't PTSD or the danger of the job that made her quit spooking. It was the betrayal of her managers who wanted her to go far, but not too far up the ranks. She buys a camper van and pisses off out of it, but her past just won't let go of her, in every way. A sting job in the Calais Jungle flushes out a notorious people trafficker, the kind of work they wouldn't let her do in the Circus, but then a clear and present threat comes through the MI6 system, a database she hacks with impunity. The threat is V and she rides superbikes dressed as a nun and likes to spray VX nerve agents around public gatherings. V wants to destroy Bing in every way, inside and out. It becomes a battle of wits, minds and lethal weapons.