Chapter 90: Carribean Base (1)
Though cryptic, Ava understood immediately. Her grip on the controls tightened, and the cold flame of vengeance ignited in her eyes. "Thank you, Zack," she whispered, her voice softening for the first time.
Zack ended the call and turned toward the Apex suit, now fully reloaded and armed. As he prepared to leave, Annie appeared from a side lab, flanked by her Tarantula unit. "Brother, I'm coming with you," she said firmly.
"You know what I'm about to do?" Zack asked, his voice as calm as a quiet sea before a storm.
Annie nodded, her small face serious. "You're going to kill someone."
"That's right."
Annie's gaze didn't waver. "Your enemy is my enemy."
Zack studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Get on the plane." The engine roared to life as Zack lifted off. Hovering in midair, he watched as mechanical beasts from across NYC City began to converge. They streamed out of streets and alleys, returning to the Mansion. Each one entered the Avalon's cabin, folding itself neatly to minimize space.
Despite their compact design, there were simply too many. One Avalon couldn't hold them all.
"Sir, the third Avalon is operational," Ego reported.