The XB-999 Valkyrie tore through the skies at Mach-3 speed—over 2000 miles per hour. It was a supersonic bomber, otherwise decommissioned from the military. The aircraft was one of the many overpriced assets of the New World Order.
Krull Island was around five hundred miles from Springfield, but the Valkyrie braved the distance within fifteen minutes.
"Sir, we are about to reach the point above the island," the three-star pilot said over the radio. "Are you ready to drop?"
"I am ready," Victor replied. He was actually lying under the fuselage of the aircraft, inside a hollow bomb weighing half a ton.
Fifteen minutes earlier, when the Valkyrie picked him up from Springfield, the pilot gave him a red pill in a sachet. It was the level-2 activation formulation that would remove specific limiters placed on his body.
Victor's constitution contained tremendous, immeasurable power. When he retired from the NWO two years back and returned to civilian life, the Tribunal, Atticus Mars, let him leave with a condition.
Victor was to allow the installation of four limiter electrodes within him that prevent his power from going out of control. It was for his family's safety and the very city he lived in.
The activation pill, currently under Victor's tongue, would forcibly remove one of the four limiters. He was supposed to ingest it at the right moment.
"Descending to 30,000 feet…" the pilot said over the radio.
"Initiating…"
"Locked! Pickle in the barrel! Good luck, sir!"
Clang! The bomber bay dashed open and dropped the payload. It disappeared into the clouds below.
Soon, the bomb appeared above Krull Island, hurtling towards it at dangerous speeds. Within a minute, the outer shell broke away and Victor's body was in free fall.
At this juncture, he gulped down the red pill.
Victor let out a beastly howl of agony. His veins protruded dangerously, and his muscles bulged. For a fleeting moment, his pupils filled his eyes and glowed red.
The transformation was over, and his body returned to normal—however, a devilish smirk formed on his lips.
Zoom! Victor shot out of the free fall like a projectile. The three-star pilot's radar captured an object heading towards Krull Island at Mach Speed.
Boom! Victor landed on the beach, forming a gigantic crater. Sand, soil, and gravel rose a hundred feet into the air.
The man rose from the hole unharmed and headed towards the concert stadium.
***
Haley B struggled to keep the other prisoners in check. She had always been the most popular, and everyone looked up to her. Right now, during this crisis, she slipped into a leadership position.
“Julia… take deep breaths… Relax…”
"Rebecca… Stop crying, or the guard will hear you."
"Sally… Just hang on; help is on its way."
"Nina… Please answer if you are awake. You need to stay conscious."
Nina Mendez was raped by her obese billionaire master some time back. After the tormentors left, she was ungagged. Without warning, the young woman began bawling at the top of her voice.
Haley could understand what she was going through, but such an action could get her killed. She pleaded with her attendant to keep her gagged. However, this was counterproductive as Nina started asphyxiating and passed into a semi-conscious state.
Haley realized Nina would need therapy after returning home. As would most of the enslaved celebrities and supermodels. It was not every day that spoiled and pampered women like them were imprisoned for sex slavery. They had never seen the dark side of life before today.
As minutes passed, Haley's own courage began slipping. Did the bracelet beacon even work? What if the signal never left Krull Island? What if Victor didn't even know she was in trouble? The thought made her heart sink.
Haley wished she could get another chance to confess. To tell Victor that she loved him more than anything else in the world. Her last wish would be to die in his arms.
"Miss Haley…" Julia whimpered. "I don't think your savior is coming. Come to think of it, it's been only twenty-five minutes since you activated the beacon."
"Aren't you living in a fairy tale to believe someone could fly to the middle of the Pacific Ocean within half an hour? You need a reality check to accept our situation."
Haley snickered bitterly. "I used to be cynical like you once upon a time. But that man made me believe in fairy tales again."
Just then, the hall door banged open. Two men in immaculate suits entered. One was tall but gangly, while the other was bald and plump. Four armed guards followed them.
"Julia Cameron is Exhibit No. 4," one of the guards told the gangly man. "Have fun."
"Haley B is Exhibit No. 3. Go that way," another guard told the bald guy.
Julia and Haley exchanged horrified glances. Both their masters were here to claim their sex slaves!
Julia's face turned white, and she began mumbling nonsense in shock.
"Oh, Miss Julia Cameron! I'm a big fan! I've watched The Notebook reboot over a hundred times!" the gangly man said excitedly, all the while undressing himself. Once he was in his underwear, he put his nose to her belly and took a whiff.
"You smell heavenly! A true goddess!"
"Miss Haley B!" the bald guy lisped, approaching her. "I can't believe my eyes. Someone should pinch me to confirm I am not dreaming! Hey, you're wearing my favorite attire!"
Haley was dressed in a leopard-print bikini top and shorts, perhaps at the prior request of her master. The bikini set was from a recent photoshoot in Europe.
The bald man asked the attendant to make her vertically spreadeagled, which was his bondage choice.
"Oh, Haley B! I never even shook your hand, but I get to fuck you today? God in heaven! It cost me over a billion dollars! Goodness gracious! But you're totally worth it! I swear!"
Haley could barely hear the bald man rambling. As she was being spreadeagled on the crucifix, she went numb and retreated into her own mind.
'Have I been stupid to believe in the fairy tale? Victor promised me he'd protect me whenever I called him. Was he earnest? Or was he just being a chivalrous gentleman to me?'
'How did I even imagine that Victor could teleport over five hundred miles in such a short time? Even he has limitations.'
As Haley spiraled into negative thoughts, the bald man's hand touched her bare waist. She shivered with the violation and closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her eyes.
"Victor… Please…" her quivering lips formed the words. "Help me…"
An echo of gunfire and cries rose around and above the dungeons. It was as if all guards stationed along the path were serially engaged in combat.
"What the fuck is happening?" the leader of the guards asked aloud. He was carrying a minigun whose safety he turned off immediately.
"Are we under attack?" another guard asked. "How is that possible? Barely a few hours passed since we captured the island! The mainland military shouldn't even be aware of this!"
The heart-rending cries and rapid gunfire continued until they suddenly died off. Silence followed.
The terrorist leader gestured to his underlings to aim their guns at the hall door. "Fire at will at whoever comes out that door," he ordered.
A minute passed, but nobody approached the door. The terrorists exchanged anxious glances. The suspense was palpable. What was going to happen?
Rumble! Crack! Crash! The northern wall collapsed as someone walked right through like a human bulldozer!