Battle of the ULTRAs (19 page)
“
S
o he’s definitely gone
rogue?”
“He’s as rogue as he damned well gets. Can’t wait to beat his head to a pulp.”
“Man, seriously. Tone down the rhetoric.”
“What? It’s what we’re all thinking.”
I stood in the dark harbor just outside New York. The skies were clear, and it was a humid summer night.
All around me, the rest of the remaining Resistance stood.
Ember.
Vortex.
Roadrunner.
And Stone.
“You’ve gone particularly angry since you took a nuclear explosion to the body,” Vortex said. “That’s all I’m saying.”
Stone looked at his arms. He’d broken and fragmented in places, but he was still standing. The mad bastard was still standing, just like he always was. “Have you ever known me not be angry?”
Vortex tilted her head to one side. “Fair point.”
“Anyway,” Roadrunner said, standing in the middle of the group. “The fact is, we’ve got a rogue ULTRA on our hands. He’s going around causing chaos. Blowing shit up. Being an all round douchebag. Typical rogue ULTRA things. He calls himself Ignite.”
“Ignite?” Stone said. “Seriously? I’ll ignite something in him. I’ll ignite my damned fist in his jaw.”
“Now that doesn’t even make sense,” Vortex said.
Stone didn’t seem too fazed by Vortex’s throwback.
“So we bring him in,” Roadrunner said. “He shouldn’t be too hard to deal with. But we don’t want him causing any more damage. Right, Glacies?”
I stood opposite my army. The Resistance. We were government approved, now. Our duty was to protect humanity. To use our own discretion to decide what was threatening and what wasn’t. We’d signed treaties. Agreed to terms that were perhaps a little restrictive.
But we were the new security for the world.
And we’d do everything we could to deal with any threats to peace that headed humanity’s way.
I looked to my left. Cassie stood by my side. She was dressed in a black suit. Her hands sparked with purple electricity. “You agree?”
Cassie nodded. The electricity spread up her arms. “Whatever it takes.”
Then I looked to my right.
Nycto stood there. He was dressed in an upgraded version of his old suit. Spheres of orange energy burned from his palms. “And you?”
Nycto smiled. “You know where I stand, bro. By your side. Always.”
“Unless always was last year, when you were kicking his ass,” Ember said.
I grinned. Then I looked back at Roadrunner and the rest of the Resistance and I nodded. “Then that settles it.”
I grabbed my sister’s hand, then I grabbed my brother’s hand. All of the Resistance joined in after that, all of us connected. And then I looked up into the sky and saw the love and respect I had for these people open up a massive wormhole right to our destination.
“You ready?” I shouted.
“Of course we are, kid,” Stone said. “Just get the hell on with it.”
I looked at Nycto. Then I looked at Cassie. “Then let’s do this.”
I closed my eyes.
Teleported us all through that wormhole, through into whatever conflict lay ahead.
Whatever it was, it wouldn’t phase us.
Nothing would stop us.
Because we were ULTRAs.
We were the Resistance.
We were The Last Heroes.
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