The Zetta Sonic
Hellish

Situation's similar. Helicopter TV stations fly low to record pictures. Containers piled up in a sea of fire. Access to the port is closed. The police arrived with the fire department, though none dared to approach. Bompeii still hasn't gotten the fame he wanted.

“Where were those people yesterday?” Bompeii asked through a loudspeaker at the port. “They think cold foam is enough to beat me just like that? That's boring. They should have brought more than that. Innovation, not busanya.”

The police are hiding behind their shields. The atmosphere is too hot. No one is too stupid to jump into the harbor. They don't know where Bompeii really is. They only knew that Bompeii was somewhere spitting fire.

“How about the new uniform?”

Bompeii. The voice came so close. He looked around but saw nothing but fire. “Who's there? Are you the new toy of ICPA?” Bompeii realized that his voice was no longer heard from the loudspeakers. “Bah! They always do it when I just want to talk more clearly. Now, who's there? Show yourself if you dare.”

“For what? I did exactly as you did.”

“What do you mean?” Bompeii still turned his head while trying to find the source of the voice. Every now and then, he spouted flames at the location he suspected. “Who are you? I don't think you're Zetta Sonic. He's been missing for a long time. I think he's dead. Probably, killed. What say?”

“You sound disappointed. You wish you were the one who killed him?”

Bompeii chuckled. “Maybe. Actually, I'm more interested in showing Otto that my invention is better than his.”

“She's dead.”

“True, in the hands of his own research. I forgot what his name was. The demon? Damon?”

“What do you really want? The fame? A name? The terror? Whatever it is, you don't get it to the fullest. Wh why? Because you hid yourself in that diver-like shirt and the flames. So, I thought I was showing you how.”

“You didn't realize it? It's a new shirt.” Bompeii was wearing an old-fashioned white diving suit. He also wore his round helmet with thick glass in the middle. As before, he also carried a backpack attached to his flamethrower rifle.

“If you mean the color, it's bad. The color is quickly dirty due to smoke.”

“I mix it with special material. You don't like white?” Bompeii spewed fire again. The sound of the fire and the blower machine was indeed noisy. Bompeii had to shout for it. “What color do you like?”

“How about transparent?”

“Transparent? That's not a.” color

“Fright!”

Bompeii turned around when he realized the voice was coming from behind him. A loud blow greeted him. He was not ready with her at all. The punch drove him to fall to the ground. Not yet awake, Bompeii realized that his body was pulled. Wasn't it! Not his body, but his backpack. You know, he feels light.

“No! No!” Bompeii. Be late. His backpack's been cut. His backpack was now even floating in the air as if someone was holding it.

Next, water drops fell from the sky. Artificial rain from the ICPA has come to extinguish the fire. Bompeii. He could see water droplets coming down the visible objects still holding his backpack.

“Who are you?”

“Zetta Sonic.” Alex finally turned off his camouflage mode. “My new uniform is definitely better than you.”

Bompeii threw his hand into the air. ICPA agents come from all sides. They shackled Bompeii and carried the backpack. The man will be judged after a long series of questions. If he's lucky, the ICPA might hire him.

“You can finish it faster than that, boy!” Tiger grinned.

“Camouflage mode. Maximum limit of five minutes. Ultra active coolant. Normal heart rate. No weapons use. No use of thrusters,” said Emil. “The report will be short.”

Alex chuckles. “This new uniform is amazing.”

The color remains black, the helmet is still shiny and diamond-hard. Composed of millions of tiny hexagon-shaped pieces. Complete with gloves and boots. There is an additional chest protector with a star symbol on the left chest. A thin green line surrounds the protective edge of the chest. With a single touch on the star emblem, his uniform vanished unceremoniously.

“No badge, all integrated to Zet-Arm,” Alex added. “Then, camouflage and rocket mode embedded in chest protector, it's amazing.”

Tiger started driving the car. “We got a lot of help. Fergus helped. We can help one division for uniform development. Jayden must feel that his shield is now like a little child's toy.”

[I heard that.] Jayden told me from the radio. [Fergus is trying to develop it as well.]

“But,” Tiger said again, “I'm still curious how can you use the power of Dragon Blood to use in that uniform? I mean, from what I heard, Dragon Blood power is now being used as Zetta Sonic's new uniform energy, right? Therefore, there can be additional new features and longer duration. Honestly, it was amazing and a little scary.”

“It's better. Than Alex lost control. Like before,” imbul Emil. “Like another.”

Alex has no comment. He just shrugged his shoulders and threw his gaze out the window.

[What happened in the village, remains in the village.]

“Yes, yes, yes. Whatever. But, you still bring the results of his research to the outside world. That's not much different.”

This time Alex just replied, “What has appeared to the surface will not be covered forever.”

THE DUARRRR!

The whole car snapped. Their car was shaken by a huge blow from behind. Tiger braked suddenly. However, it was not from their car.

A big explosion just happened. It came from the port. However, Alex had just come from there to catch the flamethrower. Tiger glanced at the rearview mirror. A huge fire engulfed the port. The heat can be felt to their location at that time. Similarly, the smell of scorching and thick smoke.

Tiger turned on another radio in the car. Radio with other ICPA agents. A commotion happened there. They scream at each other. Coordination's fucked. His voice was cut into pieces and then overlapped with each other. The ICPA agents who helped in the field did take a different path. After all, their headquarters was different.

“Jayden? What just happened?” alex asked doubtfully. He was afraid to hear the answer.

[Bompey. She'sdead.]

Tiger dumbfounded. “What? Hows it? We just got from there. What happened to him?”

[The ICPA car securing his backpack exploded. The fire is incredibly big. Ports covered by fire, piles of containers, even warehouses around the port also burned.]

“What about other ICPA agents? They... die?” ask Tiger again.

[Difficult to confirm. Chances are.]

Tiger could only remain silent. Emil stopped doing whatever he was working on. If they had been a few minutes late, they would have been in the great fire.

Alex nodded in his chair. “This was no accident. It's murder.”