“How did he find out about our plan?” Ice Queen asked.
“He did,” Jennifer said.
“And how do you know he did?”
“I know,” Jennifer said. “The point is, you’re not going to be able to rely on the resources of Metahuman Affairs, as I’d hoped. That means we’re going to have to get a bit creative.”
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” Anne muttered to herself. She crouched forward in the bus seat, her hands rubbing her temples.
If Galactic Man knows I want to murder the shit out of him, he might murder the shit out of me first. And that’ll mean I can’t murder the shit out of him, she thought.
“Anne?” Jennifer said.
“We’re all gonna die,” Anne said. “Can you ask the driver to drive us into a ditch?”
“We’re not going to die,” Jennifer said.
“Hey Caine I know you’re probably tired after getting tased and everything, but if you want to murder me right here I’m fine with that.”
“Anne,” Jennifer said, “No one here’s going to die. Galactic Man doesn’t know the composition of the team that’s going to take him down. All he knows is that I have a team.”
“That said, he’s going to be watching closely,” she said, “which means I’m going to have trouble calling in favors to get the items we need to take Galactic Man down. That means we’re going to have to get a bit creative.”
“Creative?” Anne asked.
“There are four items,” Jennifer said. “One will blind his senses, the second will slow him down. The third will weaken his super senses, and the fourth will pierce his invulnerable skin.”
“You want us to steal them?” Ice Queen said.
“You’re going to have to steal them,” Jennifer said. “I’ll explain more on the plane.”
In that moment, Anne realized: the bus was headed to the Palm Beach International Airport.