"Get on," Lenny said, lowering himself. His voice was deeper now, echoing faintly in his massive ribcage. "We've got attention to draw."
Amina climbed onto his back, settling in behind the ridged scales. "Remember. Rampage. Loud. No dying."
"No dying," Lenny echoed, already bunching muscle for launch.
Nadya cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. "I'll explode my way over once you land. Don't hog all the fun."
"Fun?" Zeke was still reeling from Lenny's transformation and the insanity of what they were about to do.
And then came the jump.
No countdown.
No dramatic pause.
No deep breath before impact.
Just raw reptilian physics punching upward like gravity personally offended him.
Lenny launched into the air, a hundred metres in the air in a single violent leap, aiming straight for the centre of the Pentagon's open courtyard.
If stealth had a funeral, this was the eulogy.
