[ RF ] The microphone felt heavy in her hand .

Jenna peeked her head out to get a look at the audience. Every seat was full. People were standing in the back of the hall. They were all there to listen to her. Sure, she saved the world, but it did n't make her any less nervous. 
 
 After retreating to her seat backstage, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 
 
 `` I can do this,'' she told herself, drowning out the chatter of the crowd behind the curtains. She pictured herself back at the mountaintop, looking over the view with her father and it was almost like she was there. Everything would be OK. The worst thing- Jenna shot open her eyes and jumped up. Her heart was racing, but all she could think to do was breathe faster, making it worse. In the corner of her eye, she noticed the red glow of an exit sign. Before she knew it, she was outside in a dark alley, the door slamming shut behind her. 
 
 The cold air immediately made Jenna feel better. The fact that she just bailed on her speech did n't hurt either. Was she bailing though? It was n't her intent, she just wanted to get away. Everyone inside wanted to hear her, though. 
 
 This was *silly*. Jenna was the best agent in the MID Agency. They recruited her because she beat up a man twice her size when she was a teenager. With their training, she had practically become a superhero. But, put her on a stage to talk about her achievements to the rest of the agency and she breaks down. *What the hell? * 
 
 Jenna heard something. It was like a crackle or some kind of static. She scanned the dreary alley, quickly finding a shadow that did n't quite belong. There was someone hiding behind the dumpster against the next building. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran full force toward it. A man in a black jumpsuit leapt out, but before he could pull his rifle on her, she rammed him into the concrete wall. 
 
 Taking the man's previous spot behind the dumpster, she picked up the fallen rifle and performed another quick scan, revealing five more enemy locations. As they revealed themselves, Jenna squeezed the trigger in short bursts as she swept her arms across as many of the areas as she could. Four men fell to the ground as the sound of the shots reverberated throughout the alley. 
 
 The last jumpsuit man stood in place, unable to move. `` I told them we needed more,'' he said, his voice shaking. He dropped his gun as Jenna stomped her way toward him. `` Please, do n't kill me!'' he yelled, cowering in place. 
 
 Jenna kicked the man's feet, stumbling him to his knees. `` You're not even going to try and fight me?'' she asked. 
 
 `` No ma'am,'' he answered. `` You'd win.'' 
 
 Jenna gave him a smirk. `` How do you know unless you try?'' She let out a chuckle and bashed him in the head with the butt of the rifle. `` And I'm no ma'am, jerk.'' 
 
 A team of security guard raced to the scene, securing the area. 
 
 `` Are you OK, Ms. Malone?'' one of them asked. 
 
 `` Yes, thank you,'' she answered. `` I'll be fine as soon as I give this speech.''
