Sentinel (BNHA x OC)

52: Garaki

Yaze flew across the city, his mind focused on the task at hand. The destruction of the Nomu storage facility had been a significant victory, but the real target, Dr. Garaki, was still out there. The cityscape below blurred as he scanned for any signs of the League's activities.

His communicator buzzed, and Yaze quickly answered. "Sentinel here."

"Sentinel, it's Hawks. We've received intel about a potential hideout location for Garaki. It's not confirmed, but it's worth checking out."

"Send me the coordinates," Yaze replied, already changing his course. "I'll head there immediately."

As he approached the location, a nondescript industrial complex on the outskirts of the city, Yaze's senses were on high alert. He landed quietly, his wings folding back as he moved stealthily toward the building. His Radar Quirk didn't pick up any blips inside, which meant there were no living humans present.

He burst through the main entrance, his presence intimidating as he scanned the dimly lit interior. The room was filled with various machines and containers, likely used for Nomu production. As he moved deeper into the complex, he encountered several Nomus guarding the area.

The first Nomu lunged at him, its monstrous form moving with surprising speed. Yaze sidestepped, his enhanced agility allowing him to evade the attack. With a swift motion, he extended his bone blades and slashed through the Nomu's head, piercing the brain and killing it instantly.

A second Nomu charged from the side, its claws outstretched. Yaze ducked under its swipe, grabbing its arm and using its momentum to flip it over. As the Nomu hit the ground, Yaze plunged his blade into its chest, locating and destroying the brain within seconds.

A third Nomu, larger and more formidable than the others, advanced cautiously. Yaze could see the intelligence in its eyes, a testament to Dr. Garaki's twisted experiments. The Nomu's skin was tough, its muscles rippling with power, but Yaze knew he could take it down with ease.

The Nomu roared and lunged, but Yaze was faster. He avoided its attack and, with precision, struck its head, destroying the brain and killing it instantly. His strength far surpassed the Nomu's, making the fight brief and decisive.

With the last Nomu dispatched, Yaze took a moment to survey the scene. Yaze's eyes scanned the room, looking for anything that could provide a clue. He noticed a terminal connected to one of the machines. Quickly accessing it, he scanned through the data, hoping to find anything useful. After a few minutes of searching, he found nothing.

"Dammit," Yaze cursed. Garaki had covered his tracks well, much better than the human trafficking ring did. He would not make the search easy.

As he continued to search the facility, Yaze's keen senses picked up a distinct smell--a mix of bleach and mothballs. It was a scent he hadn't encountered since the Jaku Hospital raid. It was Garaki's smell. The doctor had been there recently. Now that Yaze had his scent, Garaki couldn't hide from him.

With renewed determination, Yaze took to the skies once more, his path clear. He had a lead, and he wouldn't stop until he found Garaki and put an end to the League's twisted plans.

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Yaze flew through the city, his senses honed on the faint but unmistakable scent of Garaki. The smell of bleach and mothballs lingered in the air, guiding him toward his target. Each powerful beat of his wings propelled him forward, his determination unwavering.

As he followed the scent trail, it led him to an abandoned industrial district on the outskirts of the city. The area was desolate, with crumbling buildings and overgrown vegetation. Yaze landed on a rooftop, scanning the area for any signs of movement. The scent was stronger here, indicating that Garaki had been nearby.