So, what did all that leave me?
Yeah, revenge.
I couldn’t foil terrorist plots in Bozeman, but I could right a wrong. And that’s what allowed me to justify it. I mean, Spiderman sought to avenge Uncle Ben and Aunt May, right? The X-Men avenged things all the time. Heck, there was even an entire group of superheroes called The Avengers. In other words, why not me?
And so, in the dead of night, yet again, I ran to my enemy’s house. The moon was covered by a thick layer of clouds. I was shrouded in utter darkness. It was just me and the rats and the alley cats.
I approached the house. It was an old building, ill-maintained, two-stories, with a weedy backyard. The rent had to have been on the low side. Either that or they were getting royally screwed. Anyway, all the lights were off, every
