The door exploded inward.
Rainbow soldiers flooded the room, rifles up, moving in the synchronized choreography of professional violence. Elara fired first—two shots, precise, a soldier down before they could clear the doorway. Then she was forced behind a desk, bullets chewing the wood around her in splinters.
I moved.
Black spread across my chest, hardening into armor that stopped a bullet meant for my heart. My bones shifted, my claws emerged, and I hit the first soldier with an open palm that sent him flying across the room. He hit a tank, glass shattering, fluid spraying. Another fired. Mara ducked, her eyes tracking the muzzle flash with inhuman speed, and she grabbed me, pulling me sidewshouted, "Don't missed by millimeters, burying itself in the wall.
I stared at her. "You saw that?"
Mara breathed heavily. "Yes."
"How?"
"I don't know."
Elara shouted from behind the desk: "Don't let them separate you! The organism bonds to proximity! Physical contact maintains stability!"
I tore through another soldier, my claws opening his vest like paper, sending him spinning. Voss entered last, her combat suit immaculate, her expression calm. She looked at Elara.
"Doctor."
Elara aimed her gun. "You should have stayed dead."
Voss smiled. "You should have stayed retired." Her eyes moved to me. Then Mara. "Two successful subjects. Two expressions. Rainbow is going to be very happy."
I stepped forward, placing myself between them and Mara. "You're not taking them."
Voss laughed. "You still don't understand."
"What?"
"We don't need to take you." She pressed a button on her wrist. "We just need to wake up the others."
The facility began shaking. Dust fell from the ceiling.
Somewhere deep below, machinery groaned to life—pumps, hydraulics, ancient engines that had been waiting for this command.
Voss smiled. "Welcome to the future."
