Michael heard it first as a whistle, but it fast became a voice. It was as if a voice was holding one note of a song, increasing in volume and projection as moments went by. Michael looked over at Rick’s pyramid. Atop it, he saw Lily seemingly floating in the air.
“They’re almost here!” Michael yelled, over Rachel’s own yells. “Keep fighting, guys! We’ll be okay!”
“I got your back, Max. Let’s go take down a giant,” Michael said.
“Let them go!” his voice boomed, with a heavy accent, and a fist the size of a small house started pushing against the wind in their direction. Michael was stumped but Max ran past him and, without the slightest hesitation, leaped over Tafari’s shield and straight for it.
Michael circled around and followed the coast, trying to find a good place to run up onto the island, and when he found it, he headed straight for Wormhole.
They were grouping up under the pretense of the barrage and Displacer strategy. The real attack would be a rush with overwhelming numbers. Michael went through the wormhole and came out the other side at top speed, utterly losing his footing the very moment he left it.
Firepower was added with others joining Armageddon, and that had put Tafari on his knees. Michael went to disperse Leonard’s liquefied form and heard Tafari yell. “I can’t hold this!”
“I have an entire country of supra-mutants ready to charge out of that wormhole, Mach. There’s four of you. Give. Griffin. Back.”
They had abandoned their countries and families for his country and family, and if Griffin fell, their futures fell with him. So what happened next should come as no surprise.
Her rage was palpable, and transparently so. Her voice sounded in his mind like it was made up of echos, angry and unhinged.