Chapter 25

The smell of ozone and burnt solder hung heavy in the workshop. Jake leaned back in a swivel chair, his boots crossed atop a workbench littered with schematics. He held a sketch of a chest plate up to the light, tracing the intricate lines of Urban Outlaw’s latest design. The woman herself was a silent silhouette against a shower of sparks, her back turned as she welded a frame together. He knew now that her power was weapon creation—not just the physical act of building, but an innate,...