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The sun was setting on the horizon as Six tightly gripped the steering wheel of his car, with the dark-haired man sitting beside him.
They've finally landed and he couldn't afford to slow down as a sense of purpose kept driving him forward. He's received a message from Ada and needed to get there immediately.
Though they used a supersonic jet, a feeling in the pit of his stomach told him he was not going to make it. The former Storm agent sitting beside Eder had none but one single thought in his mind: putting Jacob down. He has done it before and still believes he can do it again
The clear sky stretched above, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. Six glanced at the clock on the dashboard, realizing he had limited time to reach his destination.
Every moment counted as he pressed his foot on the accelerator, the engine humming with determination, screeching loudly as it swerved in different direction.
The road stretched out before him, free from cars or any obstacles. He navigated the streets with precision, his focus unwavering.
The urgency to reach the UNION HQ pulsed through his veins.
As he maneuvered through the traffic, the world outside became a blur. Thoughts of what awaited him at his destination flooded his mind, intensifying his resolve. The buildings and landmarks passed by in a blur of colors and shapes, but Eder remained focused on the road ahead, and neither did the dark-haired man raise any question on how fast he was moving, perhaps because he was already used to it.
He reached his destination and roughly turned the wheels, parking the car behind an Ealien security vehicle. Without waiting for the car to fully stop, the duo rushed out of the car.
They were already too late. The side of the UNION building had already been reduced to half. Paramedics rushed out of the building with sealed floating containers of individuals injured in the building.
Eder rushed up to one of the containers to see Ada lying in it. Her eyes were open but she was missing the right part of her body.
The dark-haired man looked around. He noticed Hailey struggling with the paramedics as they tried to treat an injury in her abdomen while Yvonne lay in one of the paramedics' vans. Though she was unconscious, she didn't have as much injury as Hailey did.
Hailey calmed down as the dark-haired man approached her. "Andy," she mumbled, and her eyes immediately began to water.
He collected the device the paramedics were trying to use and ushered them away. It was the same device used back on Winter Weir and the dark-haired man was familiar with it. "It hurts," Hailey cried.
"I know," he said before slowly raising her ripped shirt to get a clearer view of the injury. "Think good thoughts, don't think of what I'm doing."
"How the hell am I supposed to not think about it when that's the only thing my brain is currently focused on…?"
The dark-haired man placed the device on the injury and Hailey covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming any louder.
She let out a hefty breath before wiping her tears. "This is all my fault," she cried.
The former Storm agent set the device down and glanced at Yvonne who was being attended to by the paramedics before turning back to Hailey. "What?"
"It's all my fault," she repeated. "The first thing I made after I got accepted into Nator was the Powerball. I wanted to make something that'll help everyone on this planet. The Powerball was supposed to be used for good purpose, not destroy."
"Don't blame yourself, because it's not your fault. The Powerball just happened to end up in the hands of the wrong person."
"Because I was too careless. I couldn't keep it safe and Jacob now has it… look at the condition he's put us in with the power of the Powerball." she stopped.
The dark-haired man placed his hand on Hailey's shoulder. "I promise I'll take the Powerball from Jacob. Just tell me what it looks like."
She sat up straight and exhaled. "The Powerball is a chip, the size of a drive. If Jacob Marksman has it, then it should be inside the reader in his spine," she revealed.
"Huh," the dark haired man nodded. "The Powerball is a chip."
"Excuse me." The duo turned their attention to the paramedic in front of them. He looked into a tablet he was holding before speaking again. "Are you Andy Sprite?" He queried.
"Yes, yes I am."
"You have to come with me, Jesselyn needs your help."
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The dark haired followed the medic into a hospital. They hurried through the crowd to get into an elevator.
"What happened to her?" He queried.
"She was brought in by Lady Ada earlier and appeared to be seriously injured, and lost a lot of blood," the medic explained. "We try to perform the blood transfusion but she has a completely different cell configuration than that of ours, hence why you're needed."
The elevator door opened and they both bolted out to the hallway and into the room where Jesselyn was kept.
She was laid bare skinned inside a container filled with a blue-ish liquid and a tube connected to the oxygen mask she had on. Her skin had turned entirely pale with a scar left from the injury caused by Jacob in her abdomen.
The dark haired man ran up to the container and placed his hands on it. "Jessy, no."
"We were going to try an artificial blood we made but didn't as it was still in the testing stage," the man said. "If we hadn't found you, we would have been forced to use it, so let's start the process before it's too late."
Without wasting any more time than they already did, the Z-syrup possessor folded up his sleeves for the medic to begin the transfusion.
He clenched his fist as a burning rage begin to rise in him.
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