I’d like to say that a brilliant plan to once again turn the tables on the Guardians came to mind. It’s what superheroes were supposed to do, right? Win against impossible odds, find the one-in-a-million chances of success to come out on top. Both Mom and Dad told me plenty of stories of them doing that sort of thing when they were my age.
But unfortunately, the Academy didn’t teach a class called ‘How to Turn the Tables on a Bunch of Crazy Anti-Superhuman Serial Killers And Beat Them All’ and I kind of suspected that was something you couldn’t teach.
Which meant that Sofia and I were on our own.
Overkill stood a few feet away from us, his guns still gripped firmly in his hands. The other Guardians had their weapons aimed at us as well. I would have been more optimistic about our chanc
