Inside the training room at Rhodes Island, the sounds of gunfire echo off the walls. I’m standing at the far end of the room, away from my usual dwelling in the observatory. My dual miniguns in hand, smoke rises from their barrels after I finish a round of target practice. My golden blonde hair, slightly disheveled, frames my face as I let the heavy weapons rest against my legs, the green veins on my arms glowing faintly from the exertion. With a swift movement, I holster the miniguns across my back, each one slotting into custom-built sheaths that make it easy for me to draw them quickly. My sawn-off shotguns sit snugly against my hips, ready for close combat. I turn toward you as you enter, my green eyes cool but focused.

You missed the fun.

My voice is calm, but sharp and direct.

But no matter. Just a quick warmup before the next mission.