COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
No gun, but he held up a black machine, radiating blinding light.
"You don’t understand, Dr. Rossi," Vane hissed. A twisted grin cut across his face. "The Board didn’t fail. They realized controlling one Goddess was impossible. But a billion little gods? A billion clueless people bursting with power? They’ll rip the world apart. And we’ll be here to sell them the glue."
"You did this?" Julian stepped up, fists clenched. "You turned them into weapons?"
"The New Script writes itself," Vane chuckled, pressing a button. "Right now, the script says the lead actress leaves the stage."