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The next day, as dawn began to bleed across the horizon of the Badlands, Falco drove the high-end transport truck into the Aldecaldo camp. Lucy and Sasha accompanied him.
"The hospitality out here is terrifying," Falco grumbled, jumping from the cab and running a hand over fresh bullet holes in the cargo bed. Driving a brand-new corporate-grade truck through the wastes without a full security detail was essentially a "Free Loot" sign for every scavenger within fifty miles. He'd been forced to raise the fully automatic 14.5mm anti-aircraft gun mounted on the truck's roof to "persuade" the local thugs to keep their distance.
Kael didn't have time to console Falco; he was too busy catching Lucy, whose long legs immediately locked around his waist as she buried her face in his neck. After only a night apart, her addiction to his presence had spiked. Sasha watched, chewing gum with a hint of cat-like displeasure at being sidelined, until Kael reached out to ruffle her hair, calming her instantly.
Valerie (V) watched the scene from the campfire, her lips twitching. "How many women does our boss actually have?" she whispered to Jackie.
"Two and a half?" Jackie replied.
"What the hell is 'half'?" V hissed. Was the boss into some weird mod-job?
"You'll understand when you meet Rebecca," Jackie said, choosing to leave the explanation of the pint-sized firecracker for later.
"Everything you wanted is here, including the hardware V helped source," Falco said, pulling open the truck's cargo doors.
Saul and the nomad mechanics stepped forward, eager to help, but Kael snapped his fingers. From the depths of the cargo hold, a massive, matte-black humanoid robot stepped out. Built on a Kang Tao defense frame but upgraded with Beast-class Titan design concepts, the machine—Baymax—stood a head taller than Jackie.
Baymax was a titanium-alloy juggernaut equipped with lightweight ceramic steel plating. Its AI core was loaded with master-level mastery of firearms, emergency medicine, and close-quarters combat. With its built-in Monowire and Mantis Blades, it was a walking urban-skirmish winner.
"Ready to serve you," Baymax chirped in a high-pitched, child-like voice that stood in absurd contrast to its brutal appearance.
"Go help Saul install the industrial pump and upgrade their purification system," Kael ordered.
"Command received."
V followed Kael into the truck's bed, which he had converted into a mobile tactical command center. One wall was an armory that made V's eyes glaze over.
"I say, Boss... are you sure you're not a corpo dog?" V asked. "Because if this is what being a dog gets you, I'd have been barking for Arasaka years ago."
"Such a pretty face, such a shame you have a mouth," Kael sighed, ignoring her.
V's attention shifted to a dormant, smaller machine in the corner—a king kong-class Titan. As she reached out to stroke the chassis, a soft female voice interrupted her.
"Please do not touch. Calibration in progress."
V jumped back. "It talks?"
"That's Delve," Kael explained. "Or 'little fu.' She's my new intelligent assistant."
"Did little fu say something wrong?" the AI asked. "According to the data, I am the collaborative product of you and Father."
"Father?" V's jaw dropped. "Boss, you have a daughter? With a robot?!"
"She means Delamain," Kael groaned, rubbing his temples. He had used his knowledge from the Marvel Universe to help Delamain stabilize his self-awareness and had "reshaped" the leftover AI fragments to create Delve. "It's... a technical relationship. Don't ask."
Kael entered work mode. "Sasha, release the swarm."
Sasha reclined in her netrunner chair, her neural link glowing as she took control of over a hundred drones. They took flight with a collective hum, fanning out across the Badlands.
"Delve, perform a topographical analysis," Kael commanded. "Find the optimal site for a large-scale Arc Reactor."
V leaned over the holographic display, her expression shifting from curiosity to wary concern. "What are you actually doing out here, Kael?"
"I'm building a water plant," Kael said flatly. "I'm going to extract the groundwater, purify the biological toxins, and sell it at a low price to the nomads and the poor in Heywood."
V laughed. "That sounds like a campaign slogan. You running for mayor?"
"If I did, would I have your vote?"
"If you actually deliver clean water to the Badlands? Boss, I'll pull every vote in the wastes for you," V said, her face uncharacteristically serious.
She knew the truth. Biotechnica had a monopoly on the local ecosystem. They intentionally polluted the land so that they could be the only source of food and water—control through scarcity. By purifying the groundwater, Kael wasn't just doing "business"; he was declaring war on a megacorporation's profit model.
"You don't even have voting rights yet, V," Kael reminded her.
"Details," she waved him off. "Just get the water running."
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