The air around the team was heavy, thick with the aftermath of the ambush. Logan, still reeling from the earlier attack, felt his heart race as his anger bubbled to the surface. The supers Langston had sent to capture him had underestimated just how deadly his team could be. The ambush had gone sideways quickly. Logan and his teammates retaliated with ruthless efficiency, showcasing their skills in ways the supers hadn't expected.
But despite their best efforts, the supers weren't completely out of the picture. They'd learned their lesson and opted for a different strategy—Elsa. They knew the one thing that would hurt Logan the most, and it wasn't capturing him. It was taking his girlfriend—the one person he cared for above all else.
The sound of explosions echoed through the base as they detonated Logan's prized Stingray, the car he'd painstakingly customized and cherished. The destruction was loud, violent, and raw. The flames reflected in Logan's eyes as he watched the car engulfed in fire. But it wasn't just the loss of the car that sent him into a fury—it was the realization that Elsa was now in the hands of their enemies.
Logan's mind raced, the throbbing pain from his previous injuries a distant concern compared to the rage boiling inside of him. He had failed her. He couldn't protect her. And that fact was eating away at him, pushing him to the brink of uncontrolled rage.
Through blurred vision, he watched one of the Titans from the ambush team attempt to escape. The Titan was a burly figure, moving with surprising speed, but that wouldn't be enough to escape Logan's wrath. His forcefield shimmered as he lashed out in blind fury, and with a sickening crack, he crushed the Titan's body with a brutal display of power. The escapee never stood a chance. Logan's rage overtook everything—he didn't even recognize the brutality of the kill until the body hit the ground, lifeless.
The team watched in stunned silence. This wasn't like Logan. He had always been calculated, sharp—efficient. But now, with Elsa in danger, he was something else entirely. His breathing was ragged, his forcefield still pulsing with raw energy, and his eyes dark with fury.
"Logan… stop," William's voice broke through the chaos, a calm presence amidst Logan's storm. "We need to keep our head. Killing her won't solve anything. We need to focus. Elsa needs us."
Logan's fists clenched, his knuckles white as he fought to rein in his emotions. He wanted to rip through everything in his path, to make them pay for what they'd done, for what they'd taken. But deep down, he knew William was right. Elsa needed him, not the broken man standing before her. He could feel the blood rush in his ears, but the adrenaline began to fade, leaving only a hollow ache.
"I can't let them get away with this," Logan growled, his voice strained. "I can't let them hurt her. She's the one person I..."
"We'll get her back," Matthew interjected, his voice firm but laced with understanding. "We will. But right now, we need to focus. We need to find out what they want, why they took her."
Jessica, still holding the captured Esper, stepped forward, her eyes scanning the group. She was as serious as ever, her expression unreadable as she made the decision. "I'll take her back to the base. We'll interrogate her. Logan, you're too close to this. You'll kill her before we get any information."
Logan hesitated, his rage still bubbling underneath, but he nodded stiffly. He wanted to say something—demand that they bring her back—but the words didn't come. He couldn't do this without her. Elsa was everything.
With a heavy heart, Logan stepped back, his teammates securing the Esper and preparing to leave. Matthew gave Logan a final glance, his eyes filled with understanding but also warning.
"We'll be back soon," Matthew promised. "Just hold on, man."
The rest of the team moved quickly, disappearing into the distance as Logan stood there, still trying to steady his breathing. His thoughts were consumed by Elsa, her face flashing through his mind. He had to save her. He couldn't let anything happen to her.
But for now, all he could do was wait. The ache in his chest only grew. He'd kill anyone who got in his way. Anyone.
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Meanwhile, as Matthew, Jessica, and the others took the Esper back to base, they couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. They had no idea what Langston was planning or how far he'd go, but one thing was clear—the stakes had just been raised. The battle was no longer just about surviving—it was personal.
The atmosphere at the base was tense, the air thick with the weight of uncertainty. Logan paced back and forth, the silence in the room a stark contrast to the chaos and fury that had enveloped him moments ago. His thoughts churned, each one more frantic than the last, as his mind replayed the scene of Elsa being taken. The sight of her frightened face, the helplessness in her eyes, was a constant echo in his mind.
His team had gone to work immediately, but every second they spent away from him felt like an eternity. Logan couldn't focus on anything else. The last few hours had pushed him beyond his limits, forcing him to confront a side of himself he rarely showed—blind, uncontrollable rage. The kind that made him dangerous even to his own allies.
Yet now, as he stood alone, that fury had simmered down, replaced with an insistent need to act. He could hear the faint hum of the base's monitors and the occasional murmur of voices in the hallways, but it was all a distant background to the war waging inside his head. His mind kept circling back to Elsa.
They couldn't have gone far.
He glanced at his custom-made Desert Eagle and dual daggers resting on the nearby table. He didn't want to think about violence. Not now. Not when it was all too personal. But deep down, he knew what was coming. He'd stop at nothing to get Elsa back. The realization sank in: He'd crossed a line. There was no going back.
The sound of footsteps interrupted his dark thoughts. William appeared in the doorway, his usually calm demeanor gone, replaced by a tension that mirrored Logan's own. He stood there for a moment, looking at Logan, as if weighing the words he was about to say.
"You're not alone in this," William said finally, his voice low and steady. "We're all in this together. We'll get her back."
Logan turned, meeting William's gaze. There was something in his eyes, an understanding that Logan had never asked for, but something that was always there when it mattered most. William wasn't just a teammate. He was a friend.
"I don't know what I'll do if they hurt her," Logan said quietly, his voice betraying the vulnerability he kept hidden from the world.
William stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "You'll do what you always do," he said firmly. "You'll survive. And we'll make sure of it."
Logan's chest tightened, but he couldn't speak. The rage, the fear—it was all too much. He needed Elsa back. But he couldn't do this alone.
Outside, Matthew and Jessica were already preparing the next step. They had the Esper—one of Langston's agents—and the interrogation was about to begin. Every minute counted. The sooner they learned what Langston was planning, the better.
"I'm going with them," Logan said abruptly, his voice sharp.
William frowned. "Not yet. Let them handle this. You're not in the right headspace for an interrogation."
Logan clenched his fists, the tension returning. "I can't just sit here while they've got her."
"You won't be sitting here for long," William assured him. "But right now, you need to be smart. We need information, and we need to move carefully."
Logan hesitated but eventually nodded. He understood the logic, even if his instincts screamed to do otherwise. It didn't stop the gnawing feeling in his gut. Elsa was out there. And if he didn't act soon, they might lose her forever.
Meanwhile, back at the base, Jessica was reviewing the captured Esper. The woman's eyes were wide with fear, and her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps as she sat restrained on the interrogation table.
Matthew was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, waiting. He didn't have much patience for these things, but they needed answers.
"Talk," Jessica demanded, her voice cold. She hadn't been the same since Elsa was taken. Her usual cool and collected demeanor was now laced with an edge of urgency.
The Esper glanced between the two of them, her face pale, eyes flicking nervously toward the door. "I don't know where they took her," she said finally, her voice shaking. "All I know is that Langston has plans for the supers, for all of you. He's testing you… all of you."
Matthew moved closer, his voice quieter but no less firm. "Langston's not just testing us. What's he really planning? What's his endgame?"
The Esper looked at him with narrowed eyes, then swallowed hard. "He wants to create an army. Not just any army—super soldiers. But not just any supers. He needs the ones who have something more. You, Logan, you all... you're different. That's why he wants you. But that's not all. He needs something from you... something you can't afford to give."
Jessica leaned forward, pressing harder. "What's that something?"
The Esper shook her head, her fear palpable. "I don't know. But Langston's obsessed. If he can get what he needs from you, he won't just be able to control the Zirathkrill—he'll control everything."
It was enough to send a shiver down Jessica's spine. The pieces were starting to fall into place, but the picture they painted was more terrifying than anything she could have imagined. Langston wasn't just building an army to fight off the Zirathkrill. He was using them as a stepping stone to something bigger—something much darker.
Logan, meanwhile, paced back and forth. His thoughts were consumed by the interrogation. "What does Langston really want?" The question echoed in his mind as he tried to calm himself, as he waited for his team to return with the answers they so desperately needed.
But time was running out. The Zirathkrill were coming. Langston's plans were in motion. And Elsa—she was somewhere out there, waiting.