Jack

The gun jerked in her hand, suddenly fighting to be free of her grip. Not that she was going to allow herself to be disarmed quite so easily. It was times like this when enhanced strength and military training came in handy. Jack tightened her grip on the gun, only to find that the force attempting to separate them was a great deal heavier than she was. She was pulled off her feet only moments before the force ceased, and she rolled as she hit the ground once more, standing in time for a bullet to flatten itself against her shoulder, and a second to spark off the wall beside her.

She grinned behind the mask as Anonymous reappeared from nowhere, his knife spearing towards the man’s throat. Then it was stopped, the harsh clash of metal on metal resounding down the corridor, her grin vanished, and she narrowed her eyes. A second person had appeared, presumably another hero, and this one was carrying a sword. She rolled her eyes.

“Really? Why can’t you just leave us to get on with our business? It would be much simpler for everyone that way.”

Seeing Anonymous making another attack, she squeezed the trigger and fired a spray of bullets towards the metal manipulating man, not caring particularly where they went, but knowing they were far enough away from her own companion that they would pose him little to no threat. Using the distraction of his attack and her own barrage of fire to pull the grenade from her vest and flick the pin out with her thumb.

“Take care.”

She waved sardonically and tossed it down the corridor, it clicked and clinked as it bounced off the floor, she vanished round the corner before she had time to see it go off.