Alien rounds burst all around my head, the noise heavy in the air, restaurant shaking with every blast. Well isn't this a fine fix. I'm just asking myself 'what would dad do in a situation like this', when the decision is taking outta my hands. The rest of Alpha fly into the fight, dismantling the alien's suit in pretty short order. Bullets and grenades might not have scratched it, but hydro-jets, artic cold ice and a shild made out of some kind of God metal got the job done. Just another reminder of how outta my depth I am, a girl with a gun, is amongst a group of teen superheroes. 

Thermo finishes the suit off, but before it blows its occupant flees the coop. I consider shooting him, an easy enough prospect, but decide against it. The team probably wouldn't approve my 'take no prisoners' approach. Besides, outta his death-suit the little guy is kinda cute, in a “world's ugliest puppy” kinda fashion. E.T makes good his escape. 

The kids start milling around the restaurant, self congratulating. Adonis starts snacking on some left over Chinese. Great. Not only have we wrecked the place, but now we're stealing food. Sterling work Titan's. What's next, foil a grocery store robbery then steal the 'take a penny, leave a penny' dish?

Suddenly the flaws with a plan that doesn't leave all your enemies in bodybags makes themselves apparent. Lobo breaks out of his clay prison (Seriously, who thought dried mud would hold him? The guys tanked hits from freaking Superman!) and near instantly goes on a rampage, firing energy blasts at seeming random. Professionally speaking his aim is atrocious, though I don't stick in one spot. Even a terrible marksman can get lucky, and I doubt my armour will hold under his fire. Really makes me think I need to get a bigger gun, especially before my endgame plan.

Ravager get's in close, those knock-off lightsabers she carries slicing through the main man's gun. I make a note of where it falls, thinking I'll grab it before we go. Maybe I'll be able to reverse engineer something with a bit more kick. Wonderboy follows our leader in, letting Lobo wail away at his shield.

I barely have time to register Accelerate moving before he's grabbed two of my grenades and starts speeding off towards Lobo. Surprise quickly gives way to anger. Arrogant prick, who does he think he is? I have half a mind to shoot him, see if he can outrun a bullet. Needless to say, I don't think I'm Rufus' biggest fan. He's about the only member who takes things seriously, which makes him dangerous. Even more dangerous, now I've seen how fast he is in action. What if he ever decided to try that trick again, but instead of taking the whole grenade just made off with the pins, leaving me with two hot potatoes? I'm gonna need some anti-theft measures on my equipment, and make a contingency plan for whenever I might have to deal with the speedster.

There's dust in the air now, thick and cloying. With a push of a button my visor turns to a more suitable visual spectrum. Pulling out my twin pistols I aim for Lobo's eyes.  Only thing is he's going pretty hard at Wonderboy, not giving me the clearest of shots. Sure, I could probably make it, but do I want to take the risk of accidentally missing and hitting Adonis in the back of the head. After all, I might damage his face, and his face is the highlight of this team!

Instead I charge in, leaping onto a table then vaulting high into the air. I pirouette mid lead, clearing Evan with ease and landing upon Lobo'd meaty shoulders. Not the steadiest of platforms, but my balance is pretty spectacular. The bounty hunter manages to grunt a confused "Ugh?" before I've wrapped one leg around his neck, the other of his shoulder. I allow myself to fall off, using the momentum from the tumble and my leg like an anchor point to swing round. Now I'm facing him, his big red eyes staring straight into mine, his hot, fetid breath on my face. Most other heroes would probably come up with a punchy-one liner right now, something to really rub salt in the wound. Me, not so much. I'm just not that witty. 

Instead I grin then just shoot him in the eyes. Seems to get the message across.

I don't need to ask if it hurts, because he instantly starts screaming, roaring, spitting, bucking around like a bull that just got branded. I might be able to hang on, but I decide not to risk it. Letting my legs relax I push off from his chest, turning a somersault in the air to land gracefully back on my feet. I hear him call me a fragging bitch. 

Makes me feel all warm inside.