[center][h2][b]Sofia Stien - Jacks Headquarters[/b][/h2][/center]

Sofia didn't resist as Thunderbird swept her up and flew into the sky like his namesake. In fact her arms clutched him tightly for comfort like a lost koala baby. They were set down and the evil versions of themselves started talking to Broker. Then he shot them. Both of them. Sofia stared for a moment, mulling over this fact. She did not like this. She did not like today. Her job was supposed to be easy. Close her eyes until the mission was over and she got money. Simple. Fun even. She didn't know what she wanted the money for, but you were supposed to want money and with enough money she could do anything so it didn't matter.

But right now Sofia was tired and scared and didn't want to deal with anything anymore. Her hollow eyes stared at her own corpse. She hadn't even had time to flinch. What had evil Chatterhead said? That Sofia had been just like her. Just as safe as her. Just as [i]fragile[/i] as her. The evil Chatterhead was dead too, laying on the floor bleeding. Sofia didn't want to feel anymore today. Thunderbird's head-pat was barely registered. She opened her mouth but no noise came out save for a small squeak. She gave up. Sofia stood next to Thunderbird silently, a porcelain doll to the world staring at a portrait of its own demise. It wasn't supposed to be like this.