Atomix flew ahead as Jordan and Savaana followed close behind, carried by Atomix’s teleportation tech. They soon landed on a sleek black rooftop above a hidden facility nestled deep in a mountain range. A familiar symbol glowed on the walls — the Atomic A.

Inside, waiting for them, stood the legend himself: Atomic Man.

He stood tall, confident, and sharp — clad in his iconic white and blue suit, his eyes alert with experience far beyond his years. Only 21, yet already a global symbol of hope.
“You’re the kids I’ve been hearing about,” he said, voice calm but commanding.

Savaana didn’t waste a second.
“We don’t have much time. X is experimenting on people, turning them into living weapons. He’s building an army — not just to take over this world, but the entire multiverse. He’s using my old lab’s tech… and Jordan's dad used to work for him. He’s already started activating others like us.”

Atomic Man’s expression darkened.
“So… he’s continuing the Omega Project.”
He walked to a glowing digital map on the wall, scanning streams of live data.
“If he gets to all of them before we do…”
He trailed off.

Just then, a booming voice echoed down the hall.
“YO! GUYS! You’re gonna wanna see this!”

Powerhouse — the team’s tank-built hero with an infectious grin and the strength to level buildings — burst in holding a remote.

He turned on the main screen. A flashing breaking news alert popped up.

The feed cut to a shaky video recorded by a reporter. On a rooftop stood a masked figure, flanked by shadowy soldiers in dark armor. His voice came through, distorted and venomous:

“This message is for Jordan Storm… and Savaana.
You want your father alive?
Come to Times Square, New York City.
Three days from now.
Come alone…
Or his blood will be on your hands.”

The video cut to static.

Silence fell over the room.

Jordan blinked, trying to process it. Then he gave a weak smile.
“Well… at least he said alive. That’s something, right?”

Savaana turned to him, furious.
“Are you serious right now? That man has your dad — and you’re cracking jokes?!”

Jordan’s smile faded.
“That’s how I cope, okay?! Sorry for not being your perfect little soldier.”

“You’re treating this like a game!” Savaana snapped.

“And you think yelling at me is going to fix anything?!” Jordan fired back.
“I didn’t ask for these powers. I didn’t ask to be anyone’s hero! So yeah, I joke. That’s who I am!”

Savaana folded her arms.
“Then maybe you’re not ready to be one.”

Tension flooded the room.

Before it could explode further, Kim — Atomix’s calm, tactical partner — stepped between them.
“That’s enough.”

Adrianna, the team’s empath, spoke gently.
“We’re all scared. But if we start turning on each other, we’ve already lost.”

Atomic Man stepped forward. His voice was firm but supportive.
“You’re not enemies. You’re teammates. And right now, your teammate’s father needs you. So let’s not waste time fighting each other.”

Jordan looked down, fists clenched.

Then he turned toward the exit.
“I’ll save him… alone, if I have to.”

Savaana crossed her arms.
“Fine. Go.”

Jordan didn’t look back.

Outside, thunder cracked in the distance.
The clock was ticking.