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Nevan’s voice was a low, jagged rasp. He was standing at the bunker’s heavy blast door. He wasn't wearing his tactical suit anymore; he was wearing the remains of the Syndicate’s experimental armor we had scavenged from the Kremlin’s vaults. It was designed to repel kinetic energy, but against what was coming, it felt like wearing paper. He held a pulse-claymore in his hands, the blade vibrating with a frequency that made the air around him blur.

Hi again, I have picked this suit for you for your birthday. It reminds me of your eyes, the Love I have seen in them for me. Can you wear it for me? I want to see you so bad in this; I wish I was there at this moment :( Forever be young... ;) Ariadne Victor opens the box. There sits a red suit paired with a black shirt and red trousers. Victor knows it's an expensive material; he can feel it in his hand. Because it is the brand, he loves to wear.

Ava nodded warily at the strange Alpha who already seemed to know her. She was certain she would recall if she had ever met him, even if it were only in passing. The raw magnitude of his aura was the sort that you didn’t easily miss, much less forget. ​ The male stood and strode to meet her. Ava wouldn’t call herself an expert in men’s fashion by any means, but the clothes he wore looked expensive. Like, custom fit by a tiny family-owned tailor in Milan, expensive. The cut of the suit fit him perfectly, and the fabric seemed to mold to the curvature of his muscles without any of the stiff bunching that a regular suit might cause.

“For a Luna, you sure are exceptional.” I winked at her, and we shared a peal of laughter. Ava went to the Beta’s packhouse to get a suit for me. She instructed me to wait in one of the storage chambers. Ava handed me the suit when she returned and waited for me outside as I finished fitting it. She entered the chamber and handed me a black piece of clothing—something that she called a balaclava. She instructed me to wrap it around my head so that only my eyes were visible through the opening. Ava did the same thing to herself before handing me a quiver with arrows in it and a bow.

I jumped in my shower though, hurrying to wash the blood off me. I jumped out and headed to my closet. Every single suit I had in there was solid black, not an inch of bronze anywhere to be found. I rolled my eyes. “God, The Otherside sucks.” I said to Titan, who agreed. I snapped to produce a better suit, and it came in black as well. “Fuck.” I said out loud. So my powers were here, but they think it’s hilarious to ruin my fashion sense. Ugh. I put the black suit on and luckily I found one pair of bronze shoes in my closet that I happily threw on. A little is better than none. “Ok, now that we have figured that out, let’s head to TwentyOne.” I told Titan.

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

Hated how something Adrian had arranged for himself could now be used by me to get to the child both of us were trying to save in completely different ways. I stripped off the ruined outer layer I had been wearing, pulled the suit on, and felt the unfamiliar weight settle over me. It fit better than I wanted it to. That irritated me too. The fabric was reinforced but flexible, designed to hold against heat, impact, and whatever else men like Adrian expected to run into when the world went bad in a controlled way. It was not magic. It would not save me if the building came down on my head. But it would buy me a little more time, which was all I needed.

​The Suit-Up ​For the first time since the Severance, the Vanes felt a flicker of their old selves. ​Leo stepped into the Amber-Striker suit. It was heavy, the servos whining as the neural-links connected to his spine. When he clenched his fist, a blast of kinetic energy flared from the gauntlets. It wasn't the "Wild Code," but it was close.

Moments later, Rachel was unlocking a compartment in the backyard of the house that looked like a large refrigerator just as Damon and Carol watched its contents come into view. Folded and set in a box, was the yellow fabricated super suit with a yellow lightning bolt emblem at the chest area that Damon felt with his fingers. "It's a little dusty," Rachel said, "but I think it'll still fit." It was the suit that Damon had worn back when he had been the speedster Spartan.

The Old Port of Blackwood was a graveyard of rusted shipping containers and skeletal cranes that groaned in the salt-heavy wind. The moon was a jagged sliver of bone in the sky, casting long, distorted shadows across the asphalt. Ava stepped out of the Mustang, her red power suit now hidden beneath her father’s dark tactical windbreaker. She looked small against the towering machinery, but her gaze was a cold, unwavering flint. In her right hand, she clutched the silver locket. In her left, the glass vial containing the "Kill Switch."