Titan Wing Night Fury の小説・ストーリー

Xander commanded. The pack moved in a blur of tactical precision. Lucien, still half-shifted and covered in the silver ichor of the Null-Guardians, grabbed a bleeding Virex. They didn't use the stairs; they plummeted off the side of the stone spire, their descent slowed by Selene’s Aetheric silk until they slammed into the bay of the LNI stealth-shuttle. The engines roared - a specialized "Phase-Drive" that distorted the air around the craft - and the shuttle vanished into a cloak of artificial mist just as the first squadron of Eurofighters screamed over the forest.

Baron Vance believed that precision in the field required precision in transport, and he had curated a fleet of vehicles that were as much weapons as they were works of art. "Let’s start with the heavy hitter," Raf said, pointing to a monstrous, matte-black silhouette at the end of the line. "Inspired by Davina’s stories of the Phoenix Mafia’s legendary transport, we’ve invested in our own: The Titan." "It’s a custom-built Hennessey Mammoth 6x6, but with the Resurgence touch. Level 7 ballistic armor, a self-contained oxygen system, and a deployable drone swarm for aerial reconnaissance. It’s our mobile command center, and it’s virtually indestructible."

“Mobilize the Iron Guard. Full aerial deployment. Silas—activate the eastern drone net. Mara—shield projections at the compound gates. I want reinforcements in the air within five minutes.” It was billionaire precision meeting primal war. Orders snapped like silk cords, efficient, expensive, absolute. Private jets—disguised as luxury Gulfstreams—would be redirected as airborne carriers. Wolfe armored SUVs, black with chrome insignias, roared to life in the garage below. Wolves in tailored combat uniforms moved like shadows, efficient as any special forces unit.

The glass of the windows was thick, bearing the subtle, heavy beveling of reinforced, bulletproof polycarbonate. Adrian walked up beside me, handing me a heavy, customized key fob. "It’s a bespoke build," he explained quietly, his voice carrying a trace of satisfaction. "The chassis is reinforced titanium, the engine is a custom hybrid turbine, and the interior is sound-isolated to zero decibels. There are no brand markings, no corporate logos, and no tracking signatures on the public grid. It will not stand out, Olivia. To the world, it is an ordinary sedan. But to me, it is a fortress that you can control."

Their fathers would always hire a private jet, but this jet was a thing of beauty. The outer hull was stunning. Black monochrome covered the body. An outline of a wolf on a dune can be seen on the tail of the jet, while the word Shifter Dunes was written in both Arabic and English can be read on either side of the main body. The cockpit also looked like the head of a black wolf as the white outline was artistically painted. The inside? It was far better than any jets they had rented before.

The deep purr of the engine filled the quiet morning air as Luca Avancii maneuvered his sleek, obsidian-black SpitFire Phantom through the city streets. The custom-made car, a masterpiece of power and precision, reflected his personality—elegant, dangerous, and utterly dominant. Its dark-tinted windows shielded him from prying eyes, but nothing could hide the commanding presence that radiated from the vehicle itself. Behind him, a convoy of three SpitFire Enforcers, matte black with bulletproof glass and reinforced frames, trailed closely.