Sequel of Enhanced (An Avenger's FanFiction).
After her supposed "death", Andromeda Johnson awakens to a new world not far from the one she was used to. She is in a whole new, dangerous world. A world on the brink of collapse. An enemy endangers thi...
Alpha-9 gathered in the hangar, each member embodying a unique strength, as Meda prepared them for what lay ahead. Aboard their Quinjet, Jocasta outlined the course to Site-21A, where the Council awaited judgment on both the Insurgency's Antarctic project and Alpha-9's worth. Meda briefed them with grim clarity: the Insurgency had built a god-cage beneath the ice, and today would test not only their strength but their right to exist as a unit. At the Council chamber, allies and rivals alike heard Grax'Tiruun's recorded plea for purpose, sparking fierce debate about whether the monster long known as SCP-682 could fight under Alpha-9's banner. Meda defended his integration with conviction, laying out safeguards, command chains, and her own readiness to end him if trust failed. Votes split across the Triskelion, but with support from UNGOC and the Serpent's Hand, the motion carried — Grax would join Alpha-9 on trial deployment. The chamber then shifted to planning Operation Stormbringer: an orbital railgun strike to breach Antarctica's ice and sever the Insurgency's thaumaturgic lattice before it unleashed 7442-Delta, Huracán. Bacab and Kali urged redemption over destruction, and Meda agreed to try, shaping a strategy where Alpha-9 would fight not just to win, but to prove that monsters could be more than weapons.
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I broke from Nahash's arms slowly, the warmth of her fading like the echo of a hearth. The chamber's weight still lingered in my bones, but there was no room left for it now. I turned, and bowed my head — first to Eve, then to Chao, and finally to Al Fine.
"Thank you," I said simply. My voice didn't rise. It didn't need to. Eve inclined her veiled head in return, the smallest gesture, yet it steadied me more than a hundred affirmations. Chao gave me that sly fox's grin, as though she already knew every step I would take next. Fine just dipped her chin, composed, unreadable as ever—the diplomat's armor welded tight. "Go," Eve murmured, parchment-soft, but it cut through the fading murmurs of the chamber. "You have a war to prepare." I nodded once, turned on my heel, and walked out with Nahash pacing silent at my side. Alpha-9 fell into step behind us, boots echoing through the sterile corridor like a heartbeat. The doors sealed behind us with a hiss that felt almost like relief.
The walk out of Site-21C was silent. No speeches, no fanfare. Just the low hum of the security wards brushing against our skin as we passed each threshold. The further we walked, the lighter my chest felt. Not because the burden had lessened—it hadn't. But because the decision was made. The debate was done. Now, at last, came action. When the reinforced blast doors gave way to the frosted dawn air, I drew in a lungful of it and let my shoulders drop. The compound sprawled out before us, snow still clinging to the edges of the tarmac. The Quinjet gleamed under the rising sun, a blade waiting in its scabbard. "Cafeteria first," I said, cutting off the forming protest on Rainer's lips with a sharp look. "Half of you haven't eaten since yesterday. You don't walk into war running on fumes."
