THUNDERBOLTS. bob reynolds
The O.X.E. Vault wasn't built to let anyone leave. Buried beneath layers of steel, secrecy, and moral rot, it was Valentina Allegra de Fontaine's graveyard—for inconvenient threats, experimental "failures," and evidence too damning to expose. That's why she sent them. Locked in with one another and forced to eliminate each other—no mess, no witnesses. Just fire, confusion, and a countdown. Inside the Vault's incinerator core, chaos erupted. They escaped just in time with Bob, whom they found before the flames could turn them to dust. Bob nearly didn't make it. The heat began to unravel him, threatening to bring something darker to the surface. Bloodied, barely breathing, but still alive. Just when they thought they escaped death, they saw her. Untouched. Silent. Still. Her eyes glowed softly, red energy pulsing through her veins like starlight trapped beneath skin. Her hair flowed and shifted around her as if the air itself obeyed her presence.