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{Chapter: 48 - The Flames of Judgment and the Rising Gravity}
The crackle of distant gunfire had barely faded from the villa grounds when a sudden roaring hum tore through the air. Aiden, feeling the ground subtly vibrate, strode quickly outside. His sharp gaze immediately locked onto the source of the disturbance—a black attack helicopter, its blades slicing through the night sky as it lifted off, carrying with it the last hopes of Ian Quinn's escape.
Aiden narrowed his eyes, the wind from the helicopter's ascent blowing dust and debris around him.
"Trying to escape..." he muttered under his breath, his voice low and dangerous, "That won't happen. Not while I'm standing here."
Without wasting a second, he drew a sleek handgun from the holster beneath his jacket. To any onlooker, it would have seemed like an act of madness—the helicopter was already well over three miles away, a speck vanishing into the horizon. But Aiden wasn't an ordinary man. As he raised the gun, a faint shimmer of heat flickered around the barrel. He loaded a single bullet, infusing it with a spark of flame born from his own will.
Bang!
The bullet screamed into the night. It didn't travel in a straight line; instead, it swirled slightly, the fire licking around it as if alive, responding to Aiden's precise mental control over fire manipulation and telekinesis. He extended his senses, reaching across the distance, feeling the air currents, the shifting temperatures, and even the faint vibrations of the helicopter.
It was like threading a needle from across a canyon.
His concentration peaked—his mind straining to maintain control of the tiny burning projectile against the howling winds. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his breath slowed to a steady rhythm. For a few long seconds, the world around him seemed to blur into insignificance. Only the bullet and its target mattered.
And then—
BOOM!
The bullet struck the helicopter's fuel tank. In a split second, the small flame flared into an uncontrollable inferno, consuming the aircraft midair. The helicopter twisted violently, its rotors seizing up, before it plummeted from the sky like a dying comet, trailing fire and black smoke behind it.
The flaming wreckage slammed into a distant patch of forest with a deafening explosion, sending a rolling shockwave through the night air.
Aiden lowered his gun, breathing heavily. His vision wavered for a moment from the immense mental strain, but he grinned as he watched the distant blaze light up the night.
"One less snake to worry about," he said quietly, before turning on his heel and heading back into the villa. He still had unfinished business—Phil and Dr. Hall needed him.
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Meanwhile, in the depths of the villa's underground lab...
The atmosphere was tense. Flickering blue lights bathed the cavernous basement, reflecting off the metallic surfaces of the gravity generator. It hummed ominously, its power slowly building, and the air itself seemed heavier with every passing second.
Phil Coulson stood firm, facing the aging but resolute figure of Dr. Franklin Hall.
"Franklin, listen to me!" Phil's voice cut through the cacophony of alarms blaring around them. "You can't activate it. There are innocent people in this villa—and my team is still here! They're good people... they don't deserve to die because of this!"
Dr. Hall, a grave sadness in his eyes, shook his head slowly.
"You don't understand, Phil," he said, his voice weary but unwavering. "The power Ian Quinn seeks is far too great. If this project falls into their hands, it could lead to the weaponization of gravity itself. Do you know what that means? It would be catastrophic—not just for a few, but for untold number of people."
Phil clenched his fists. "We can secure the gravitonium. We can take you someplace safe. We can protect it together."
But Hall was already moving away, toward the console.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "Some things are too dangerous to be trusted to anyone. Even people with good intentions."
He reached into his jacket pocket, withdrawing a small, elegant wine glass and a half-full bottle of wine. Calmly, almost ritualistically, he poured himself a drink. The glass shimmered slightly under the lab's pulsating lights. Yet before he could lift it to his lips, the wine inside began to lift out on its own, defying gravity. The liquid floated like a ruby-red ribbon, twisting unnaturally toward one side.
Aiden entered the basement at that moment, skidding slightly as the very ground beneath his feet shifted. He took in the bizarre sight—the tilting floor, the flickering lights, the floating wine—and immediately understood the peril they were all in.
The gravity generator was going critical.
Around them, objects began to lift off the ground. Wrenches, computers, metal chairs—even heavy crates—floated in midair, drifting as if caught in a slow-motion storm. The gravitational pull fluctuated wildly, one moment pressing them to the floor, the next flinging them toward the walls.
Phil and Dr. Hall were both pinned sideways against a wall as the entire room skewed unnaturally. Sparks flew from broken circuits. The deep, bone-rattling hum of the generator grew louder, almost sentient, almost hungry.
"Phil!" Aiden shouted, stayed anchored to the ground through sheer will and telekinetic control. "We have to shut it down now!"
Phil tried to push himself forward but found his body sluggish and heavy. "If we can't convince Hall, we'll have to destroy the generator manually!" he grunted.
Dr. Hall, his body pressed against a steel beam, looked torn. His face twisted with regret—but also with a fanatic's resolve.
"I can't let them have it," Hall whispered hoarsely, more to himself than to them. "I won't let them turn this beautiful discovery into a weapon of war…" Dr. Hall said: "The power of Ian Quinn and the people behind him is getting stronger. If they get their hands on this project and continue to study and improve it, they will have a very terrifying potential weapon. What I am doing now is protecting Earth and sacrificing myself for all mankind.. The casualties resulting from this are a small price to pay."
The gravity generator was flashing and shining with blue lights. Soon, Phil and Dr. Hall were stuck to the wall due to the effects of gravity.