It's Sophia Hess

Sophia Hess, Shadow Stalker, was standing in my room in full cape uniform. She was about my height, maybe an inch shorter, with dark skin and darker eyes and dressed in a skin tight black suit that hugged her curves. A cloak hung from her shoulders and she wore gauntlets and shinguard's, along with a belt. A metal mask in the shape of a woman's face hung from the belt, leaving her face exposed.

She sneered at me and leveled a hand sized crossbow to point dead center at my chest. Shadow Stalker was seen in public using tranquilizer bolts; I was so lucky to see that today her crossbow was loaded with a very sharp looking steel tipped arrowhead instead. Fantastic.

"I always knew you were pathetic Hebert," she said, gesturing loosely with her other hand at my dick, which was still in hand. "But I never wanted to see it in person. I suppose its fitting though, you'll die as you lived. Alone with blue balls."

Fuck, she was serious about this. I released myself and raised both my hands in a gesture of surrender; I made sure to choose my next words carefully "Sophia, I know we've had our differences, but do you really want to deal with the hell you'll unleash by killing me?"

"Shut up!" she hissed, jabbing her crossbow at me. I closed my mouth and let her start ranting, "I have no idea how the fuck a loser like you got hired to work in the PRT. I knew that place sucked, but they must be scraping bottom of the barrel if they put you in charge of anything. I guess you saved me some trouble though; I was planning on ditching the Protectorate soon anyway. Think I might go to Boston, link up with the Butcher. They seem to at least understand how the world works."

While she ranted, my eyes flickered back to the Box. If I could get the **** sticker on her, she was toast. The problem was, if I made a move she'd probably kill me on the spot. Unless...

My mind flashed back to my use of the Box through the day. With the Unseen sticker on it, no one seemed to register when I interacted with it, it was invisible to the world. Of course, Dean had shown that powers interacted with the Box differently than normal people did. It was entirely possible Sophia had a bullshit power that let her see through it too. Of course, I didn't have a lot of other alternatives, aside from stalling for time and hoping dad got home soon. Which could be in the next minute, or the next hour.

Fuck it, I decided, and slowly reached for the box while speaking to Sophia, "You really want to link up with a psycho like the Butcher, Sophia? Throw away whatever life you have here to jump with a bunch of low-life scum?"

"Don't pretend to understand me, Hebert." Sophia sneered, "You're a piece of meat, prey for the strong to do with as they please. You don't get to judge people like me."

My fingers brushed along the box's surface; no reaction from Sophia, perfect. My grip slowly tightened and I said, "I wasn't aware judging was a right. Please, tell me more."

She tightened her grip on her crossbow as she pointed it at me, "No, I don't think I will. At the very least, it'll be nice seeing you dead on the floor."

Sophia never saw me throw the box. To her she was suddenly hit over the head and staggering backwards, a bit of blood trickling from her eyebrow. I took my chance and tackled her to the ground, knocking the crossbow skittering across the floor, along with my glasses. My new strength gave me a surprise advantage as we grappled. Sophia slammed the palm of her hand into my chin while I used one free hand to pin down her other arm. My remaining hand grabbed at the now scattered sticker sheet.

Half-blind and with Sophia bucking against me and actively trying to gouge out my eye, I grabbed the first sheet I could and pealed a sticker off. God, I hoped this was the right one!