⚡Scene: Volt Breakout — The Null Missile

⚡Scene: Volt Breakout — The Null Missile Chase VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM!—SPLASHHH! The Volt tunnel erupts, sending seafoam spiralling into the air like molten snow Chill steadies herself — water glittering on her silver-tinted suit. Beside her, Ms Shades flicks up her tinted visor, the corners of her lips curling. > "Ms Shades: Dem tink dem slick, but dis sea belong to di breeze, not di Null.” *Ecco-G-Flex01 (through comm): Warning. Null Skimmer One deploying payload. Heat sig lock… incoming missile.” WREEEEEEE—SHHHHHHHHHH! A red comet tears through the night — smoke curling off the tip. SHHHHHHHHHH! >" Chill: How close, Cap?” "Ecco-G-Flex01: Too close for comfort. Engaging counter-voltage protocol.” CHKKK! CHKKK! Panels unfold on the buggy’s sides, forming a glowing lattice of fractal glass. VRRRZZZHH—KRRRSSSHHH! The shield blooms like a blue lotus. The missile hits— BOOMMM—SHOOOOOM! —but the blast refracts, scattering into a halo of shattered light. > "Ms Shades: Ayy! Look pon dat—she blossom like sunrise!” > "Chill: Let’s turn that light up.” TZZZZT! TZZZZT—SLIDE-CHK! Chill pulls a Solar Gauntlet from her belt — the metal humming alive. She locks her fist to the buggy console. > *Ecco-G-Flex01: Activating Volt Spike. Aim confirmed.” Chill drives her glowing fist into the throttle — BZZZZZZTTTT—WHOOOOSH! BZZZZZZTTTT—WHOOOOSH!! BZZZZZZTTTT—WHOOOOSH!! "Chill ( excited) Hahaha!! Woo I didn't I could do that! Hahaha! Woo!" A shockwave of crackling plasma races across the sea — the buggy levitates momentarily, surfing on raw energy. Behind them, one skimmer shorts out, spiralling downward. > "Ms Shades (grinning): Two still hungry, mi child. Dey won’t stop till dem taste current!!!.” "Hoooo Hoooo Hoooo!" From the dashboard, Hoot’s mini-drone version pops up — his eyes blinking neon amber. >" Hoot (mechanical chirp): Caw-CAW! Deploy feathershield, Mama!” > "Ms Shades: Do it, Hoot! Go!Goooo! THWIPP—WHRIRRRRRR! WHRIRRRRRR!! Micro drones eject, forming a metallic wing barrier that deflects another blast — TZZZHH! sparks raining like fireworks. The sea turns liquid silver beneath them. The pier lights ahead flicker — a beacon in the fog. > "Chill: Pier up ahead. We end this!, right?” "Ms Shades: End? Naw, girl. We only jus’ startin’.” VVVVRRRRMMMM—KA-SHHHHH! The buggy surges forward, gliding into the golden glow of the Brighton Pier — the roar of the chase fading into the sound of carnival music above and the thunder of Null engines below... VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM! VROOOOMMM!—VVVVRRRRMMMM!!