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"We are so freaking dead" thought Isabel "Like, really really dead. Beyond dead. Dodo-tier dead"

All she could think right now was on how such a clumsy nerd like Ditch had ever found out about her, she was expecting a mastermind, a person who would be fit to control the Illuminati or something, yet she found just a girl who was extremely good at I Spy and nothing more. 

She couldn't believe in the team she had formed, it was so bad that her ancestral mammal instincts of going underground and waiting until the meteor is gone was triggering. The stage had been destroyed by a miley cyrus wannabe, Graffiti apparently thought that discretion is about writing down their plan in neon pink on a wall, and Mr. Electro Edge was already saying he was too cool for this gathering.

Her true desire was to punch everyone in that room until their soul had the texture of a potato salad.

But for now she sighed and let her transformation disengage, the claw returning to her normal hands and her face losing the sharp teeth and bright yellow eyes.

"Casper is right, you did a good job making us fear Umbra but please tell us its method or something because right now the villainy scale is going from Elmer Fudd to Lovecraftian Horror"