Chapter 92

On the other side Camille commits herself and she steps out onto the walkway stairs down to Medrano's suite. Seen by Lt. Orso and the bodyguard, Camille shoots dead the bodyguard and shoots Orso in

Before Orso could try and get his gun, Camille wanting save bullets raised her arm, targeting Lt. Orso.

Widow's Bite gauntlets, emit a faint blue glow as they charge up. The blue lights pulse rhythmically, signaling the weapon's readiness.

A high-pitched hum as the capacitors reach full charge.

With practiced precision, Camille releases a concentrated electrical blast from her gauntlet. The pulse of blue energy arcs across the distance, striking Orso right in the head. His body jolts violently, muscles seizing as the electricity courses through him.

The crackle of electricity mixed with Orso's grunt of pain.

Overwhelmed by the surge, Orso stumbles backward, his grip loosening on the railing. His eyes widen in shock, but he can do nothing to resist the overwhelming force of the electricity. Camille watches coldly as he loses his balance, and in a final, helpless motion, Orso tumbles over the railing, plummeting to the floor below with a sickening thud.

But to Camille's bad luck, Medrano, having heard the commotion, is tense and on high alert. He stands by the door, his posture alert as he grips his pistol tightly. Inside, the injured receptionist struggles to stand, her face bruised from Medrano's earlier assault. Seeing Camille enter, the receptionist musters the last of her strength and scrambles for the door, stumbling out and fleeing.

Camille takes a cautious step into the suite, her eyes scanning the room. But before she can react, Medrano lunges at her from his position by the door, catching her off guard. His brute strength overwhelms her; he delivers a series of brutal punches and slaps, sending Camille staggering. With a forceful throw, Medrano hurls her across the room, and her pistol clatters to the floor, out of reach.

Camille hits the ground hard, momentarily disoriented, but she pushes herself up, her gaze steely and determined.

While Greene has positioned Elvis near the entrance of the dining area, strategically waiting for Kage, whom he suspects is closing in. Elvis, visibly nervous, sweats as he grips his gun, keeping his eyes on the doorway. Meanwhile, Greene slips away, trying to distance himself from the impending confrontation.

An explosions echo through the hotel, growing louder and closer.

Suddenly, a massive explosion erupts near Elvis. He barely has time to register the danger before he's engulfed by the fiery blast. His body is thrown back, and he's killed instantly as flames consume the entrance. The explosion tears through the dining area, shattering glass partitions, overturning tables, and reducing chairs to splinters. The fireball sweeps across the room, forcing Greene to dodge falling debris as he scrambles toward the far end.

Greene manages to reach the stairs at the opposite end of the dining hall and begins a frantic ascent, fleeing from the destruction below. He stumbles, panic etched across his face as he races toward the rooftop exit.

Kage, unfazed and focused, sprints up the stairwell. The sounds of chaos and explosions follow him, but his pace remains steady. Reaching the top floor, he bursts through the door and steps onto the rooftop.

Kage races across the rooftop, his eyes locked onto Greene, who is sprinting along the top-floor walkway below. With a swift, practiced motion, Kage raises his firearm, switching modes as he takes aim. He pulls the trigger, and a rapid succession of bullets shatters the glass roof panels over the walkway where Greene is running.

Glass rains down, and Kage seizes the opportunity. With a powerful leap, he jumps through the smashed glass roof panels, shards glinting around him as he descends. He lands smoothly on the walkway in a crouch, his momentum seamlessly absorbed.

Greene, desperation fueling his every move, springs from a nearby doorway, swinging a pipe wildly at Kage. But Kage, with his heightened senses and reflexes, sidesteps the attack effortlessly. In one swift, calculated motion, Kage delivers a powerful palm strike to Greene's chest, sending him flying backward. Greene crashes to the floor, gasping and coughing as he struggles to regain his composure.

Determined not to go down easily, Greene staggers to his feet, eyes darting around for a weapon. Spotting a wall-mounted fire emergency case nearby, he smashes it open with the pipe and pulls out an emergency axe. With a frenzied cry, Greene lunges at Kage, swinging the axe in a desperate attempt to land a blow.

Kage dodges with ease, sidestepping the strike and catching Greene by the head. With a brutal show of strength, he slams Greene's head against the metal railing. Blood trickles down Greene's face as he recoils, momentarily dazed, while explosions shake the hotel's interior. Huge, roaring fireballs and deafening blasts consume parts of the structure as the sprinklers activate.

In the suite, General Medrano stands triumphantly, pinning Camille against the wall by her throat. His smirk widens as he sneers, "Now your face has the same look of fear as your mother's did."

Medrano tightens his grip, his face looming closer, his intentions clear. Camille, fighting against the choking hold, manages to raise her hand and press her Widow's Bite against his chest. She activates it, and a surge of electricity courses through Medrano's body. He jerks back, convulsing from the shock, and stumbles away from her.

Spotting her gun on the floor nearby, Camille makes a desperate leap, rolling forward to snatch it up. She rises quickly, her breathing steadying as she takes aim, her gaze unwavering. Without hesitation, she pulls the trigger, firing a shot that echoes through the room.

Kage looks down at Greene, who, despite his injuries, hangs off the edge of the walkway with a defiant smirk. A gunshot rings out somewhere in the building, echoing through the chaos. Greene, unfazed, laughs mockingly, saying, "It looks like you've lost her."

Without a word, Kage grabs Greene's arm, hoisting him up onto the walkway before leaving him behind, sprinting through the flames and devastation, determined to reach Camille in Medrano's suite.

INT. LA PERLA DE LAS DUNAS HOTEL — MEDRANO'S SUITE — DAY

Inside the suite, another explosion rocks the room as flames consume the space, sending plumes of smoke and embers swirling around. Camille, her face a mask of terror, is cornered, memories of her childhood trauma in a burning building flooding back. She sinks to the floor, curling into herself as the heat intensifies.

Kage finally makes his way through the flaming hallway, pushing through debris and smoke until he reaches Medrano's suite. He spots Camille in her terrified state, paralyzed by fear. Without hesitation, he crosses the burning room and crouches down, pulling her into his arms, holding her protectively.

Camille mutters in a daze, "Not this way. Not this way. I can't... I can't."she couldn't get over her trauma and walk through the flames.

Kage, keeping his voice steady and reassuring, picks up her pistol from the scorched floor. Camille's gaze meets his, and she recalls his words. "Like you said, 'Take a deep breath. Make it count.'"

Kage nods, gripping her hand gently. "You did it. Now don't worry; your armor is fireproof. Nothing will happen to you." His calm confidence brings a glimmer of solace to Camille.

As Kage glances around, he notices a hydrogen power cell exposed by crumbling wall panels, a potential escape route. He whispers to Camille, "Close your eyes."

Still in shock, Camille nods, shutting her eyes as Kage aims and fires at the hydrogen power unit. The bullet pierces the cell, triggering an explosive chain reaction that obliterates the wall, creating an escape route as flames roar around them.

Kage grabs Camille, pulling her to her feet. "COME ON!" he shouts over the inferno, guiding her through the blown-out opening.

Kage and Camille emerge from the remnants of the hotel, stumbling down the rubble-strewn facade, coughing through the smoke and ash as they escape the burning structure. As they reach solid ground, they spot Greene in the distance, limping away, clutching his injuries.

Greene limps through the barren landscape, his confidence replaced by desperation, each painful step reminding him of his narrow escape. As he struggles onward, a low hum grows louder, vibrating through the air. He glances up, spotting the shadow of a Quinjet descending, blocking his path.

The sleek jet, controlled remotely by Fields, hovers menacingly, its powerful Gatling guns mounted at the front aimed directly at Greene. Dust kicks up around him from the force of the engines, the oppressive sound echoing across the desolate desert.

Greene halts, dread creeping into his expression as he takes in the imposing weaponry. Realizing he has no escape, he raises his hands in surrender, a pitiful shadow of his former bravado, his face showing a mix of fear and resignation.

Inside the Quinjet, Fields' voice crackles through the speakers, calm and authoritative. "End of the line, Greene. Hands where I can see them."