Deep inside his cluttered lab, Cam nearly dropped the wrench from his hand when the board lit up like Christmas.
Blips. Warnings. Pulses.
John – vitals unstable.
Speen – moving rapidly, erratic shadow readings.
E – off the map, then suddenly online, blinking like a beacon.
"Holy... Derek! Suit up. It's happening."
Derek was already halfway there. Half of his body still pulsed with artificial muscle. His cybernetic eye clicked into place.
"What's the call?"
Cam's fingers danced across his console. "Blood Moon. Purge. Hawkins just made his move."
Derek grabbed his trench coat. He didn't need more context.
Cam hit a hidden panel and the lab floor shifted—rising up to reveal a suit of armor unlike anything the city had seen. Bulky, chrome-lined, glowing faintly with etherium lines—a power suit that walked the line between mech and myth.
"Is that new?" Derek asked.
Cam grinned. "She's called the Ranger. And yeah, I've been busy."
"Just tell me she doesn't explode this time."
"Statistically? Unlikely."
Derek smirked. "Then let's go get our brothers."