บท 101: Inhuman Outbreak(chapter 101)
prevously in chapter 100
Scott got to work, "I poured water in the locking mechanism and froze it with nitrogen. Ice expands, metal doesn't," he explained. Luis, intrigued, asked, "What are you doing now?" Scott, focused, replied, "Waiting. Waiting." Soon, the safe door broke open. "Nice," Scott said, peering inside. Luis, hopeful, asked, "What is it, cash? Jewels?" Scott, disappointed, replied, "Well, there's nothing here." Luis, disbelieving, asked, "What'd you say?" Scott noticed some blueprints and the original Ant-Man suit. "It's a suit," he said. Luis, confused, asked, "What?" Scott clarified, "It's an old motorcycle suit." Luis, still hoping, asked, "There's no cash, no jewelry, nothing?" Scott confirmed, "No. It's a bust." Luis, empathetic, said, "I'm really sorry, Scotty. I know you needed a score." Meanwhile, an ant with a camera recorded Scott taking the suit, and inside his lab, Hank watched intently.
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Chapter 101
A late summer night in Boston had brought a sudden storm, the rain falling in thick sheets that drenched the city. In the heart of the chaos, a local convenience store stood under siege. Water was cascading through the aisles, pooling at the base of shelves, and sending goods floating in a disorganized parade of chaos. Outside, the streets had become rivers, the storm drains overwhelmed and spewing water back onto the pavement, while a nearby fire hydrant had burst, sending a fountain of water arching into the air.
At the center of this turmoil stood a young girl of African descent, panic etched across her face. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and her eyes darted wildly as she tried to comprehend the torrent that responded to her every emotion. She was an Inhuman, her powers uncontrolled and manifesting with terrifying intensity. The special task force assigned to contain Inhumans had surrounded her, their black uniforms drenched, weapons raised, and voices edged with urgency.
"Stay where you are!" one of the task force members shouted, trying to project calm authority over the roar of the water. "We don't want to hurt you!"
But the girl's panic was a living thing, feeding off the fear and tension around her. The ground trembled with her terror, and with a crack, another drain burst, sending a geyser of water erupting beside her, drenching the nearest officers and knocking them off their feet. The floodwaters swirled angrily, battering at the store's doors and threatening to break free into the street.
"Contain her, now!" the team leader barked, but their words were lost in the cacophony.
Suddenly, a small sphere buzzed through the air, crackling with electricity. It struck the girl square in the chest, sending a surge of energy through her body. Her eyes widened in shock, and then she collapsed, the tumult of water falling silent as if a switch had been flipped.
Out of the shadows emerged a figure clad in the sleek, formidable Crow 01 battlesuit. The helmet reflected the flickering streetlights, its features obscured but undeniably menacing. The special task force turned their weapons on him instantly, forming a defensive line. "Stay back!" one of them shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. "You're interfering with a government operation!"
The figure raised a hand, palm open and facing them, and a pulse of electricity rippled outward. Their weapons sparked and fizzled, rendered useless, and the lights in several surrounding blocks winked out, plunging the area into darkness. "Another alien!" a soldier yelled, panic thick in his words.
The figure, Crow 2, moved with practiced ease, discharging electricity to incapacitate the remaining members of the task force. The street echoed with the sound of bodies hitting the wet ground, the sizzle of circuits fried beyond repair. He bent to pick up the unconscious Inhuman girl, her limp form seeming small and fragile against the backdrop of chaos.
Before the task force could regroup, the shadows around Crow 2 deepened, swirling and rising. A figure emerged from the darkness, Crow 3, his presence ethereal and commanding. With a nod, he enveloped them both in a shroud of shadow, and they vanished as quickly as they had appeared.
Moments later, the unmistakable whir of a Quinjet filled the air, its silhouette cutting through the storm as it descended. The aircraft touched down with a hiss of hydraulics, and from its belly emerged Skye, Agent Mack, and Lincoln. They surveyed the destruction, the scattered task force members struggling to regain their bearings amid the pooling water.
"Damn it, we're late again," Skye cursed, frustration coloring her voice. She pressed a finger to her ear, activating her comms. "It's another bust. The Crows got her." The silence that followed was tense, filled with the static of the storm and the aftermath of battle.
Phil Coulson's voice crackled through the comms, steady and calm. "Alright, head to the Playground."
With resigned nods, the team boarded the Quinjet once more, the engines powering up and lifting them away from the sodden streets of Boston, leaving the scene of chaos and mystery behind.
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Meanwhile, in a hidden hideout, Henry watched the rain battering against the reinforced windows. He absently stroked Ko, his pet Komodo dragon, while Crow 2 relayed the details of the mission. "Hm, they're getting faster and faster," Henry mused, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. "But I'm always a step ahead." His eyes gleamed with the thrill of success, the pieces of his larger plan falling into place.
One of his biggest projects was nearing completion, and the anticipation thrummed through him like an electric current. "Anyways, get ready for the next extraction," he instructed, his tone brisk and businesslike. "And he is a big one, quite useful too." He smirked, already envisioning the chaos and opportunity that would follow.
With a final pat on Ko's head, Henry turned to prepare the equipment for their move to a new hideout. The storm outside was just a prelude to the tempest he planned to unleash, and in the shadows, he was the storm's master, orchestrating every strike and surge to his advantage.
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Electricity crackled through the air, an ominous herald of the chaos unfolding i. Helicopter blades whirred above, their rhythmic thumping underscoring the tension below. Sirens wailed, mingling with the cacophony of an explosion that echoed nearby, casting brief, eerie illumination against the cityscape. Amidst the turmoil, a man staggered, wide-eyed and frantic, desperately pleading with those who surrounded him. "Did you see what he did?!" he gasped, his voice rising above the din. Tires screeched on rain-slicked asphalt as another man, equally breathless and frantic, stumbled forward. "Sorry. I—I'm sorry," he panted, terror etched into his every feature. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's happening to me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "I'm just trying to get to the hospital! Please!"
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A/N the great blood extraction has commenced.
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