Capítulo 37: Chapter 36
Author's Note:
Hello Author-san here, sorry for not writing in a while, let's just say I was experiencing a writer's block so I could not continue no matter how much I wanted to. But I do hope that y'all enjoy the extra long chapter 😉, see y'all later 🤘🏽
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The team gathered at a hidden vantage point above a hill. Charlotte, Tyrone, and Marvin (M.M.) surveyed the facility nestled below them, waiting patiently for the signal. This was only one of many targets.
The others, located across the globe, were under the watchful eyes of their scattered team members. Reggie, moving alone, was already making his way across multiple locations, orchestrating the operation with precision.
Reggie's voice crackled through the team's earpieces, calm but commanding.
~How's the situation on your side, Alpha?~
Charlotte pressed a finger to her earpiece, her voice low but clear. "Situation's pretty quiet, Reaver. The guards seem lax in their patrol. Over."
M.M. chimed in next, his voice rumbling through the channel. "We've seen about fifteen guards switch shifts every twenty minutes. No unusual movement so far, but they might tighten up any second."
Reggie was already juggling multiple feeds, monitoring other targets. His mind worked through strategies in real time, anticipating what was to come.
In Colorado, Butcher, Frenchie, and Hughie crouched near a large boulder, hidden in the shadows as they watched their target facility.
~Team Beta?~
Frenchie, peering through a pair of binoculars, raised a thumbs-up to Butcher, who grinned.
Butcher's voice cut in, laced with amusement. "Looks like we're all rainbows and sunshine over here, mate. No extra activity. Just waitin' for the word from you."
Reggie responded, his voice unwavering.
~Standby, you'll get your signal soon. Over~
Reggie moved like a phantom, slipping through the facilities across the globe, his time remnants operating with surgical precision.
At each base, he left chaos in his wake—servers fried, security systems disabled, power grids short-circuited. With every strike, Vought's global infrastructure crumbled.
In Brazil, Reggie stood in the shadows of a military outpost. His hands glowed faintly as he planted a series of small, metallic devices across the facility.
A second later, alarms blared, and Vought's soldiers scrambled, unaware of the silent figure disappearing into the night as the base's central communications hub fried from within.
In Germany, another remnant of Reggie zipped through a research facility, bypassing security cameras in a blur. Data centers were wiped clean, classified documents disappeared from screens before the technicians could blink. Panic was spreading.
Charlotte's wrist computer emitted a holographic screen and keyboard. As she monitored their communication lines, they were now full of activity and panic. Her voice came through again, the faint tension audible. "They're panicking. They've received news of the attacks on other bases. Over."
Reggie's voice came through the comms.
~Good. That's the signal. Clock is ticking, people. Attack.~
Tyrone's pupils contracted as the signal came through, and his growl echoed as his body expanded. Bones shifted, muscles swelled, and his hulking Lycanthrope form burst free, now towering at 12 feet.
His growl reverberated through the air as he charged toward the electrified fence, automated turrets whirring to life in response.
"Cover me!" Tyrone bellowed.
M.M. nodded, his fists glowing with blue energy as he raised them, forming a protective, shimmering force field around Tyrone's massive frame.
The electric fence crackled as Tyrone tore through it like tissue paper, sparks dancing across his fur, but he powered through, unfazed. His massive hands wrapped around the nearest turret pole, ripping it from the ground with a metallic screech.
With a grunt, he hurled it like a javelin, smashing through the automated defenses.
"Let's move!" M.M. shouted, sprinting forward, Charlotte on his heels.
Charlotte was already in motion, pulling out her twin pistols with practiced ease. The guards had begun to swarm toward them, rifles raised, but she was faster.
Her fingers squeezed the triggers in rapid succession, and the bullets ricocheted off the metal walls and corners, curving impossibly to strike the guards down from behind cover.
"Nice shot!" M.M. shouted, as he formed a glowing, hammer-like construct of pure energy in his hand, swinging it into a guard and sending him flying through a concrete wall.
Charlotte smirked, not breaking her stride. "I'm just getting started."
Her guns continued to sing, bullets flying at impossible angles. One guard hid behind a large crate, but Charlotte, with a smirk, shot the wall at a precise angle, the bullet bouncing twice before striking him clean between the eyes.
Another guard ducked behind a corner, but her bullets found their way around, ricocheting off pipes and beams before taking him out.
Tyrone roared, leaping over a cluster of guards who fired desperately at him. The bullets sank into his fur but were quickly forced out by his regeneration as he tore through the soldiers like a force of nature. Blood and steel collided in a gruesome symphony as he mauled his way toward the base.
Meanwhile, M.M. absorbed the kinetic energy of incoming bullets, his skin glowing brighter with every shot. With a flick of his wrist, he released the stored energy, forming a large shield construct that deflected more incoming fire, clearing a path for Charlotte and Tyrone.
In Colorado, Butcher's grin widened as Reggie's signal came through. He turned to Frenchie and Hughie. "Right, lads. Let's get the teaparty started, shall we?"
Frenchie, already on his feet, placed a small, cylindrical device against the facility's outer wall. A soft beep followed, and moments later, a controlled explosion tore through the side of the building, creating a gaping entry point.
"Allons-y!" Frenchie said with a gleam in his eye, rushing through the smoke.
Hughie blinked, hesitating for just a second. His heart raced, but he steeled himself. There was no turning back now. With a quick breath, he followed Butcher and Frenchie through the breach, teleporting past the smoldering rubble.
Inside, the guards scrambled, but Frenchie was already ahead of them. His fingers danced in the air, casting an elaborate illusion that engulfed the hallways. Suddenly, the guards found themselves surrounded by what appeared to be an army of Butchers, all sneering and ready to rip them apart.
"Pardon, mes amis," Frenchie chuckled, watching the guards panic. "You seem a bit... lost."
One guard fired blindly, his bullet ricocheting off a steel beam manipulated by Frenchie's magnetism. The beam twisted and bent, slamming into a row of guards, pinning them against the wall.
"Magnifique!" Frenchie grinned, continuing to manipulate the metal fixtures in the room, sending lights, pipes, and doors crashing down on their enemies.
Butcher, meanwhile, reveled in the chaos. A group of guards opened fire, but their bullets bounced harmlessly off his skin. With a laugh, Butcher plowed through them, grabbing one guard by the neck and slamming him into the floor with enough force to crack the concrete. His heat vision cut through another, searing the man into a pile of ash.
"Oi, you fucking twats are making this too easy for me!" Butcher roared, smashing another guard through a steel door.
Hughie teleported across the room, phasing through a hail of bullets and materializing behind a guard, delivering a swift punch to the man's jaw before teleporting away. He blinked in and out of sight, disorienting the soldiers.
One by one, he phased through their weapons, disarming them before knocking them unconscious with quick strikes. Seeing one pull a pin on a grande, he tossed it at Frenchie.
Hughie appearing before it in a teleported backflip caught it, before he teleports again before the guard and phased the grande inside the soldier before teleporting away. Before the guard could panic, he was swallowed in an explosion taking his comrades with himself.
Butcher, Frenchie, and Hughie were wreaking havoc, took down guards left and right. Explosions echoed through the halls as Frenchie manipulated the facility's metal fixtures, sending debris crashing down on their enemies.
Suddenly, something shiny caught Frenchie's eye in one of the side rooms. A smirk spread across his face as he spotted a case with an experimental yet completed high-tech handgun, its sleek design glowing faintly with blue energy.
"Mon dieu..." Frenchie breathed, practically skipping over to the case like a child on Christmas morning. He reached out and lifted the weapon, cradling it like it was the Holy Grail.
The barrel gleamed under the facility's dim lighting, and the faint hum of its energy core sent a shiver of excitement down Frenchie's spine.
Butcher, smashing a guard through a wall, paused for a moment, noticing Frenchie's sudden obsession. "Oi, Frenchie, what've you got there?"
Frenchie's eyes were wide with glee. "Butcher, you would not believe! C'est magnifique!" He pointed the weapon at the ceiling, and with a mischievous grin, pressed the trigger.
A searing blue beam of energy erupted from the barrel, instantly vaporizing a chunk of the ceiling. Frenchie let out a wild cackle, his eyes dancing with excitement.
"Oooh la la!" Frenchie exclaimed, spinning around with the weapon. "I think I am in love, mes amis!"
Hughie, wide-eyed, ducked behind a pillar. "Uh... careful with that thing!"
Frenchie, completely lost in his own world, strode into the hallway where a group of guards had just rounded the corner, their rifles raised. His grin stretched impossibly wide as he took aim with the new weapon.
"Say hello to my petit friend!" Frenchie shouted in exaggerated English, his accent thickening with excitement.
The guards barely had time to process what was happening before Frenchie squeezed the trigger again.
A devastating blast of energy ripped through the hallway, sending the screaming soldiers flying around like ragdolls. Sparks flew, and walls crumbled as the high-tech handgun hummed with power.
Frenchie cackled madly, blowing on the smoking barrel like an old-fashioned cowboy, even though the weapon didn't need it. "Ah, I could get used to this! It is like... a dream!"
Butcher raised an eyebrow, shaking his head but unable to suppress a grin. "You're a bloody lunatic, Frenchie."
Frenchie, still gleaming with pride, twirled the weapon in his hand, clearly enjoying himself far too much. "Eh, madness, genius—what's the difference, oui?"
He fired off another blast, the blue beam reducing another set of guards to smoking ruins. "I shall name you 'Le Cauchemar Bleu!'" Frenchie declared, admiring the weapon. "The Blue Nightmare. A fitting name, no?"
Hughie peeked out from his cover, cautiously standing up after the dust had settled. "Yeah, fitting... Let's just not test it out on us, alright?"
Frenchie gave a dramatic bow, flourishing the gun with a flair only he could pull off. "But of course, my friends. Only for our enemies. Le Cauchemar Bleu and I will bring... ze pain."
With that, Frenchie strode forward, the high-tech handgun glowing in his hand, ready to bring chaos wherever he aimed it next.
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In Nevada, Charlotte and M.M. worked their way toward the facility's control room. The corridors were narrow, and the sound of boots echoed as the guards closed in. M.M. raised his arm, forming a glowing energy shield that blocked the incoming gunfire.
"Get that door open, Char!" M.M. grunted, maintaining the shield under the barrage.
Charlotte's wrist computer came to life again as her fingers flew across the holographic display, bypassing the control room's lockdown protocols. The door slid open with a hiss, and M.M. charged inside, energy constructs swirling around him. He slammed an energy hammer into the nearest guard, sending him flying into a wall.
Inside the control room, Charlotte scanned the screens, displaying footage from various other Vought facilities—each one under attack, each one in flames.
"They're done," Charlotte muttered, her voice cold. "Every base is lit up."
Back at the other facilities, Reggie's remnants finished their work. In Tokyo, one version of Reggie planted viruses in Vought's servers, while in South Africa, another dismantled weapons caches, setting charges that would leave the facilities in ruins.
But things weren't over yet because outside the Nevada base, a shadow passed overhead. Homelander floated silently in the air, his eyes burning with madness.
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Outside the facility in Nevada, the atmosphere crackled with tension. M.M., Tyrone, and Charlotte were deep in the throes of battle, but the air suddenly shifted. They felt it—a primal, gut-wrenching instinct warning them that something dangerous was coming.
High above, Homelander hovered, his figure silhouetted against the rising sun. His eyes glowed with an unsettling intensity, fueled by the unstable energy coursing through him. The experimental purple Compound V pulsed in his veins, warping his mind and amplifying his powers, leaving him teetering on the edge of sanity.
With a maniacal grin, he let his furious yet amused gaze sweep across the chaos below. "Well, well, well… what do we have here?" His voice dripped with mockery as he descended, landing softly in front of the exiting trio.
M.M. shocked, felt adrenaline and fear surging through him. "Shiiiit, it's Homelander. This is not good."
Homelander chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth "Aww, poor little fleshbags. Did you really think you can take VOUGHT down? Me Down? Hehehehehe You fucked up big time!"
In a flash, he raised a hand, and the ground beneath M.M. erupted, rocks and debris spiraling into the air. M.M. barely managed to raise his energy shield in time, but the force of the telekinetic blast knocked him back, sending him crashing into a concrete wall.
"Marvin!" Charlotte screamed, her heart racing.
Tyrone growled, his eyes narrowing as he felt the surge of power radiating from Homelander. "Get away from him!" With a primal roar, he rushed at him, muscles bulging and fur bristling, towering over the scene.
Homelander's smirk widened, clearly unfazed. "Oh, how adorable. A doggie trying to play." He waved his hand dismissively, sending Tyrone crashing against the wall with a telekinetic shove. The impact left a crater, but Tyrone struggling through the telekinetic grip fought through it, slowly rising to his feet, teeth bared in fury.
Charlotte had already moved, her instincts kicking in. 'I need to get to the control room!' she thought, darting around the wreckage. She knew the facility's layout from her earlier scans and had to find a way to turn the tides.
"Go! I'll hold him off!" Tyrone knowing what she's thinking bellowed, stepping in front of Charlotte.
But Homelander was quicker. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a wave of energy crashing toward Tyrone. The impact was brutal, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap as Tyrone stumbled back. But he stood firm crossing his arms before he was hit by the wave, pure defiance etched on his face.
"You think you can stop me?" Homelander's voice was a mix of amusement and madness, and he lunged forward.
Suddenly, a surge of energy enveloped M.M., his glowing fists pulsing with kinetic power. He shot forward, slamming a huge boxing glove energy construct into Homelander with the force of a freight train. The two colliding caused a shockwave to ripple through the air as he was sent flying back before Homelander reoriented himself, not willing to yield but wanting to play with them before he kills them similar to a lion and a mouse.
Charlotte seized the moment of distraction. "I can do this!" she murmured, sprinting toward the control room, dodging incoming debris and stray blasts of energy from the ones fighting behind her.
But Homelander was relentless. With a powerful telekinetic shove, he sent M.M. sprawling across the ground, barely able to catch his breath. "You're all fucking pathetic!" he spat, his eyes narrowing as he targeted Charlotte.
"Get away from her!" M.M. shouted, struggling to rise.
"Too slow!" Homelander barked, his voice tinged with maniacal glee. He lifted a hand, and Charlotte felt an invisible force wrapping around her, squeezing her very tightly actively choking her.
Tyrone knocked out of his transformation lunged forward, shifting back into his Lycanthrope form, and charged at Homelander. With a guttural roar, he collided with Homelander, breaking the telekinetic grip just enough for Charlotte who's turning purple to finally gasp for air.
But Homelander, with his enhanced powers, was equally as relentless. He turned his fury on Tyrone, pushing him back with an onslaught of energy. "You think this changes anything? I'm stronger than any of you!"
"Maybe so, but you're still a Bitch!" Tyrone snarled, lunging again with claws extended.
As the battle raged, Charlotte finally reached the control room. She dove for the console, fingers flying over the holographic display, trying to override the lockdown protocols while contacting Reggie about the situation. The alarms blared, and she felt the facility tremble under the pressure of the ongoing fight.
Outside, M.M. struggled to regain his footing, blood trickling from a wound on his forehead. Homelander stood tall, his eyes blazing with power, and for a moment, M.M. could see the instability lurking beneath the surface—an unpredictable storm waiting to break free.
"Why don't you just give up huh, I can be quite reasonable eh?" Homelander taunted, floating above them, the air around him crackling with energy. "This is your last chance,by the way."
"No bloody way, in fucking hell!" M.M. grunted, summoning every ounce of energy within him, preparing to unleash a devastating wave of kinetic force.
But Tyrone was faster, launching himself at Homelander once again. He slashed out with razor-sharp claws, but Homelander twisted in mid-air, the blow barely grazing him.
Suddenly, Homelander retaliated, unleashing a blast of purple heat vision that seared through the air, narrowly missing Tyrone and melting the ground where he had stood just moments before. The heat was intense, leaving a lingering haze in the air as Tyrone barely dodged.
"Impressive reflexes, but can you keep it up?" Homelander mocked, his voice thick with derision. He then unleashed another wave, this time targeting M.M., who barely managed to raise a shield in time to absorb the heat blast, but the force still sent him stumbling back.
Charlotte sprinted out of the control room, her heart racing. "We have to go! Now!"
M.M. and Tyrone struggled to rise, but Homelander on his feet was already Pissed off, fury burning in his eyes lifted a hand, and the entire facility trembled as he prepared to finally cut loose releasing his full power.
But before he could do so, the alarms reached a fever pitch, and the facility began to shudder violently explosions echoing in the background. Charlotte glanced back, her face pale. "It's going down!"
"Then we need to get the hell out of here!" M.M. shouted, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Tyrone without words tossed them unto his back as he sprinted on all fours to the exit.
With Homelander following right behind them, dodging falling debris, explosions and Homelander's heat vision as the facility was crumbling around them. The stakes had never been higher, and the countdown had begun. Would they manage to escape in time, or would Homelander's madness consume them all?
As the last beams of the structure began to buckle, Tyrone leaped ahead, using his bulk to shield Charlotte and M.M. from the collapsing ceiling. Homelander's furious roar echoed behind them, but they pushed forward, the only thought in their minds being escape.
The world outside was chaotic, but it was their only chance. With Homelander in pursuit and the facility collapsing, they knew the battle wasn't over yet.
As they broke through the exit, the facility behind them erupted in a thunderous explosion, flames licking at the sky. They stumbled forward, breathless, hearing a maniacal laughter they turned to see Homelander standing amidst the chaos, his silhouette framed by the inferno. With a chilling smile, his eyes glowed with a terrifying intensity, channeling the energy he prepared to unleash a devastating attack.
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